It was a dark and stormy day. Don would have loved it.

The entrance to the Mound Cemetery, Marietta, Ohio, named for the Indian burial mound in the background. Approximately 30 feet high, and built by the Ohio Hopewell culture between 100 B.C. and 500 B.C.E. Pretty cool.

More of the mound below…

Below panoramas from the top of the mound (click to enlarge), featuring Ann (black jacket), Linda (tan jacket) and Becky (Don’s sister, in the gray jacket). Linda had placed Don’s and Tallulah’s and Mae’s and Blondie’s and Baby’s and Kitty’s ashes in a tote bag and cut a hole in one of the bottom corners to facilitate surreptitious dispersal. Don would have loved it.

Don left little blotches on the ground and on the benches… and on his sister’s pants.



Becky (also known as BKI because that’s how she thought it was spelled as a kid) reminisced a bit about early Bachelor family life with their father and other siblings, which was rather enlightening. We had met his mother, Wilda, the day before in her nursing home. The woman was sharp as a tack. She had this to say about Don: “He arrived fully grown.” On the day he was to start school, she said to him, “Now you’re going to learn some things.” He said, “No, I’m going to teach!”

The event was short. Don would have loved it. Three of us went back to Linda’s place, and Becky back to hers.

On the way home, Becky blew out one of her tires. Once at home, the tailgate on her husband’s truck nearly fell off on his feet, and the furniture delivery people delivered the wrong furniture. Don would have loved it.