Medaled

February is still fired, but I at least went to visit Grandma's grave and finally leave my half marathon medal there. It only took a visit to three different stores to get a shepherd's hook to hang it on.

The one with the green ribbon.

After we visited all the family graves, we noticed some old stones on the way out, so we drove around to the oldest section for the interesting part of the visit. The oldest one we saw was from the 1840s.

My dad said this was one of the city fathers (or something).

This was a pretty one.

This was the only round one I saw.

These were pretty much worn down.