12/09/2025
“Stories From the Yard”
The Little Things
Sometimes the little things are the ones that matter the most. That may or may not be the case in this particular situation, but the outcome was certainly one I tend to appreciate. For several years I had envisioned getting a great Winter photo of the Mount Hebron Cemetery Gatehouse softy blanketed in newly fallen snow. No footprints, no tire tracks, just a virgin white powdery covering that would only enhance the already picturesque backdrop of the iconic stone castle. To my unexpected surprise this would lead me down a five-year pathway of getting up at zero-dark-thirty, clearing off the truck, digging out the end of the driveway, then a 30-minute sometimes treacherous trek from the western part of the County to only end in complete and utter disappointment. That pesky paper delivery guy, our Gatehouse tenant, the neighborhood kids, had all become my nemesis. Always out there first, doing their thing, delivering their goods, shoveling the entryway, making snow angels, oh the pain they caused.
Never one to give in I continued my quest for the perfect picture. At long last, and many failed attempts, the long-awaited opportunity again presented itself. The paper delivery guy got cancelled when the US mail took over his route, the tenant started working night shift, and the neighborhood kids, well they must have simply slept in. Could it be that all the stars and planets had finally aligned? There I sat just across the tracks on that cold winter morning, smiling contently in the darkness while the heater pumped out much-appreciated warmth. I reached over and slid Skynrd into the slot in the dash then cranked up one of my all-time favorites. “Simple Man” seemed an appropriate background tune as I awaited the mornings first light. Finally, I slipped out of the truck into the frosty morning air. Ha! Not a soul in sight. I had this moment all to myself although I did not feel alone at all. The day as it turned out was January 6th, 2025. It would have been my mother’s 100th Birthday. This was a moment in time that we could share on this special day. I finally got my photo that had eluded me for so long, then drove up the entryway and opened the gates to begin a new day and a new week. Just before I got back in the truck I turned and looked at the tracks which I had left behind. As I stood and took it all in, I could not help but feel overwhelmed emotionally. Finding myself caught somewhere between joy and sorrow it was at that moment I came to realize the true purpose of this beautiful cemetery.