“She was just like her mother, sour and rancorous.” Parishioners swarmed old Westfall Cemetery, clearing weeds and dead floral arrangements in observance of Decoration Day. Elders, in white, Sunday-best shirts, sleeves rolled up past their elbows, uprighted toppled stones. The urn, split in half, memorialized the final resting places of mother and daughter, Gertrude and … Continue reading Like mother, like daughter