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As expected, today at 2:00, 12-15 people showed up in 4-5 vehicles. I took a bucket of feed to the cows ahead of time and led them off to the outer limits of the field. One gentleman arrived early and thanked me for mowing a path. I told him that had been done by the gas company. I went back to the house as the rest of the people arrived. They brought a cooler with their own drinks and wandered around the well, well house, and tank, staying on the path.
When they were finished, some of them came up the driveway to admire the animals. I offered to take them to see the goat babies. I managed to catch one for them to pet. We talked a little bit and they told me the lady’s name was Betty Quick. Then they gave me a card in an envelope and thanked me for allowing them to come. I told them it was no problem at all and said they were welcome to come back any time if they wanted to visit the well. They said they didn’t think they would be back.
They left flowers at the well house and the well and drove away.



The music box plays Send in the Clowns. (Yes, you know I am too much of a Curious George not to check!) I’m not sure what to do about the music box. Leave it there? It will get broken and trampled eventually. Does it matter? I should just leave it, right? That’s where they left it. With Betty. There wasn’t exactly a scattering. Which was a little startling.
I went back inside and opened the envelope. Three one-hundred dollar bills fell out of a thank-you card.
::thunk:::
Morgan came downstairs and said, “You can’t keep that! You didn’t do anything for it!”
I said, “I have to take care of Betty now!”
And I hit her over the head with the envelope.
The End.
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If it was me, I’d go out every day for at least a week and make the music box sing. In my family we believe it takes about a week after the ashes are “spread” for the soul to pass out of this world *shrugs*
R.I.P Betty.
I love the musicbox music! My mom used to have a jewlery box with that music
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Sheesh! I really should proof read a little better!
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But I also like the idea of naming something on the farm for Betty Quick — and it should something suitable to the name! Quick is as quick does! Or put something into the project kitty and add her name to the wall of honor. Anything along those lines would honor her memory.
It was very nice of them to give you that “honorarium”.
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Now I’m sitting here tearing up and missing him so much again. When we lose a loved one all we really keep of them is the time we spent with them and our memories of them. The things surrounding him are spiritual, personal and triggered by the funniest things–a song, a picture, a holiday, whatever.
Whatever you decide, just keep the memory of what Betty Quick did for the farm and what you decide to use the money for. What a nice gesture by the family, don’t let it worry you.
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And I like the idea someone else mentioned about using the money for either your chicken house or for the studio and adding her name in memory to the list. The money was given to YOU though so YOU need to use it how you see fit. Even if you feel like blowing the whole $300 bucks on bonbons, good wine, or oreo cookies……it’s yours to do with as you please !!!
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My theory about the clowns – Betty had that clown thing for years and years. Betty passes on. Because the clowns were a fixture in her house, everyone assumes they are a treasured heirloom. Who is going to take the clowns?
Turns out, no one wants to clowns. Someone comes up with the idea to leave the clowns with the ashes, making the clowns someone else’s responsibility. That way they don’t need to feel guilty for 1.) not wanting the clowns in there house or 2.) being so “heartless” and throwing the clowns in the trash.
I am not surprised that they said they likely won’t return. I am the same way, I prefer to remember my dad and grandparents away from where their ashes were deposited, I have never felt the need to return to those particular spots.
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They money is for you. You have no obligations. As for the clowns? I would only worry that it might not be a safe thing to have in a field with grazing animals.
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