Dad had a series of these simple, small date books through the mid-1980s. He used the books to track the number of graves he dug and where. You can see by January 18 of 1989 he already had dug seven graves. Winter burials did happen even prior to the law I wrote about in a previous post, but generally they occurred in smaller cemeteries. The bigger cemeteries usually waited until spring to bury the winter dead.
In the week noted above, Dad dug at Calvary outside of Waseca and another Calvary in Madison Lake (Calvary is like the surname “Smith” of Catholic cemeteries). Those are small cemeteries, so it doesn’t surprise me that they had winter burials. Dad also liked to note the frost level. The first two, two and a half feet early in 1989 meant he was digging through what felt like solid brick.
I like seeing Dad’s handwriting. He wrote in a mix of capital letters and lowercase, something I find myself doing on occasion, especially if I’m just scribbling out a quick note. What does this mean? I did a Web search, and it seems like a mix of capital and lowercase can be common when jotting things down. When you’re jotting down notes (vs. complete sentences), there’s not a need for connectedness or flow. Clarity is more important. Perhaps Dad was uncomfortable with his handwriting and was trying to be as neat as possible in his log books.
If you have a loved one who has passed away, what do you have of his or hers that you cherish? I like Dad’s log books not only because of the handwriting, but it’s something tangible that I know he held and spent time with. I can clearly picture him in his office, on his stool/chair, cigarette smoldering in the ashtray, radio on, writing in the book with his ink pen. Twenty-five years ago today, it might have been a morning just like this: cold with a fierce wind, blizzard conditions that will keep people inside. But in our house, in his office, it was cozy. The log books also still smell like his office. He went through a phase in the early ’80s when he smoked a pipe. Things that had been in his office still smell like pipe tobacco after all these years.