Mountain View Cemetery, Mareitta, Ga

The above picture is of my grandparents Frank and Minnie Tyson Hunter. Grandpa taught me to ride a bike, and only he and I knew where he hid his drink underneath the house. Grandma was always busy cooking it seems. She was a very efficient little hen.

Here is a statement I just made up that you would have a hard time disproving: Every Marietta native, whose family has been here since 1900 or before has a relative and/or friend buried in Mountain View Cemetery.




This is my friend Larry Holcombe who I mention often in my blog. Larry’s parents’ yard and my parents’ yard touched. We were the same age, our back yards were our ranch. We kept our friendship kindled until four days before he died.




My uncle Jack Hunter’s grave and the future resting place for his wife Ruby and son Jack, Jr…. or as we call him Little Jack.




My uncle and aunt Stanley and Sarah Frasure Hunter. I thought they would live forever.





My uncle and aunt -My mother’s youngest sister Sarah Petty McLemore and her husband Bill.



Anna’s aunt and uncle Bill and Eloise Foster Meek. They had the typical small town occupations, Bill was a mail carrier and Eloise was head teller of the bank.



These two Petty groups I have no idea of our relationship, but when I do stumble across their names I can say “Eureka!”



Perry Parham was my first friend to die suddenly, thus his body was the first dead person I saw face to face. He was riding his bike at dust and was hit by a driver. It gave me an immortality lesson.
The Marietta Little League complex is named in his memory.




Howard White was the father of a friend. He was always quiet and relaxed. He worked for Atlantic Steel. They say he was never sick a day in his life – until near the end.