It might seem odd, but I spent my birthday at the cemeteries yesterday. I am lucky to have so many ancestors buried in one place-my family settled the town and there is a road and school named for them. It’s important to us to go there and remember, and to take care of the stones. My baby uncle’s stone has fallen over and was covered in lichen, so we scrubbed and scraped and made it beautiful again, along with two others, my parents’and grandparents’. It made us happy to see them like new again. I shared my memories with them, and now they have some more of their own.