This is somthing new to me. I don't really know how to writ this kind of story. i'm just trying somthing new. I'v added a couple of things but i might need some help!
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Prologue
The gravestone read: John Scatcherd 1800 - 1858 Beloved Husband and Father. I stood there with tears welling in my eyes. The thought of letting go of my Father was horrifying! He was my first love (before I met William). My Father the one who taught me how to shoot a rifle. (Even though we girls weren't supposed to to know how). My Father the one as understanding as him didn't deserve to die! The smell of freshly dug earth filled my nostrils. A pain shot through my heart. That smell reminded me of my Grandfather. The one my family buried five years ago. A memory I chose to forget! I swiped at tear that had escaped, as gentle breeze dried the sweat on the back of my neck. The woolen dress I ware is scratchy and hot. As I bent down I placed a bundle of lilies on the grave and I whispered " I love you Pa!" As I turned to walk away the breeze carried his reply.
My husband and 6 cherished children waited silently in the wagon. The horses pawed the earth, impatiently waiting to go. William helped me up to the bench. He gave me a look of sympathy. I smiled weakly in return. He clicked the reins and we started home.
My name is Carrie Scatcherd- Talbot. I was born here in Wyton. I have also buried my grandparents in this same cemetery and now I have buried my father.If there is a person willing to listen, I have a story to tell.
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