Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Dictation and Desecration

It wasn't on purpose. Really, it wasn't.
About ten years ago I desecrated a cemetery. What the %&$@*?
At St. Peter’s Cemetery in Troy, NY a woman named Kate Mullany is buried in her family’s plot. Mullany (1845-1906) was an early labor leader; she started the all-women’s “Collar Laundry Union” in Troy in 1864. Her “bona fides” include leading 300 female co-workers from the area’s commercial laundries in a six-day strike to cast attention on the need for greater safety on the job and better wages.
In 2000, Mullany – a local heroine – was inducted into the National Women's Hall of Fame in Seneca Falls, NY.
In 2001, there was some sort of ceremony at her grave. Ten years later, I have no idea what was being celebrated/recognized/commemorated. All I know is that as a staff member of the local daily newspaper, I was there on assignment on a cold, damp Saturday afternoon.
There were a number of local officials there too, giving speeches. Dignitaries do that, don’t they? And as they tend to do, they spoke at some length.
As I tend to do, when people speak at length, I settled in for the long haul. In a cemetery, getting comfortable meant leaning against a headstone.
Really. Bad. Idea.
I was engrossed in taking notes as VIP after VIP talked about how wonderful the event (whatever it was) was and how happy and proud they were to be there. In my state of concentration, I was blissfully unaware that the marker I was leaning against wasn't designed to prop up a full-sized adult.
Damn you physics and gravity!
One minute I’m copying a quote and the next, I’m on my tush on the ground. Well, technically, on top of the gravestone that’s given way underneath me and fallen backwards to the ground.
To the best of my recollection – I've tried hard, however unsuccessfully, to forget that incident – I hurriedly got up and made a feeble attempt to stand the stone back up again, before beating a hasty retreat out of there.
I wasn't in a haunted cemetery, but that day in the cemetery will “haunt” me for a long time to come, I fear.
Happy Halloween!

 Written for BFF Inspiration #134. Theme: Haunted Cemetery


  1. Funny! Remind me not to take you to any cemeteries.

  2. Oh no!!! Bless your heart! I think I would have done the same thing and made tracks. LOL


  3. soon as I scrolled down far enough to see the gravestone tipped over, I gasped! You must have been horribly embarrassed! However...what a great story!!!

  4. Oh my goodness--that is sooo funny!! Who'd a thunk that a big ole stone like that would just fall over like that--I mean--they are STONE--you'd think they'd be able to hold an adult??

    I can see why this might haunt you for a little while *smile*. LOL. Daphne you crack me up!

    Cheers, Jenn.

  5. Definitely one of those 'oops' moments!

  6. My guess is that the occupant didn't die laughing at your embarrassment! *groaning along with you*.
    Funny and really well told!