In a message dated 05/19/2001 9:52:50 AM Central Daylight Time, cjgram1@attglobal.net writes: > I know this sounds gruesome but some of my fondest memories of my early > childhood has to do with funerals. Speaking of memories....... and gruesome. When I was very young, my mother's eldest sister died, and we went to Robertson County for the funeral. I was sitting toward the rear of the church with some cousins, and we each had a rubber band we were playing with during the service. Suddenly, the band sprang out of my hand and went sailing toward the front of the church. About this time, my aunt's daughter who was sitting on the front pew, fell over dead from a heart attack. And I almost did. I was sure my rubber band had struck her and she thought it was the hand of God on her shoulder and it scared her to death. My aunt's funeral was halted and two days later a double funeral was held. But it was about 60 years before I had the courage to tell anyone about that rubber band. Joyce