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  • Lees Summit Mo. - Old Historical Town Cemetery

    This time of year the peonies start to flower. This small old cemetery only allows one type of flowering plant that is of course peonies only. When we buried mom last summer the peonies were in full bloom.

    I remember as a girl on Memorial Day week-end we kids helped mom gather flowers from all my aunts gardens, then take them to the many graves our family went to often to see the folks we have left in the quiet place of rest.

    Twelve years ago, in the late 90’s, we buried my step father in the family plot - next to mom's first husband - my dad! The plot is a section of land my mother and father purchased when I was very young. From 1952 until my step father died, my dad had been there alone waiting. To her five children’s delight, a few years before step dad's death, the folks let us all know they would both be cremated and they wanted the ashes of both to be buried in the family plot with our father who had died so long ago. The space was large enough to bury the ashes of both next the casket.

    The head stone in the ground since the 50's said Dad's name Olin L. in big letters TIPPETT. The stone had room for more words – so below Tippett the second family last name STROUD was carved. In the stones space vacant waiting for mom’s for years, my sisters son suggested the perfect words “Blest be the tie that binds”

    My brother in law, a stone artist, created a design for an addition to the main stone to mark were we buried my step dad Melvin and a decade later, last summer, buried mom Lois Jeanne, right in-between the two loves of her life – the fathers of her five children and her truly loves first and second husbands.

    The peonies mark the joy and celebration of their lives ... and up the grass walk way are the stones of mom’s sisters, parents and a few of my cousins. After we left mom's grave side last year, a few of us walked up the grass-way and shared a few of her yellow roses with her folks - our grandma and grandpa Leach.
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