Wandering through a quiet shaded cemetery in between my 15 baseball game weekend, I stumbled across the headstone of my great grandmother's mother's head stone.  Suddenly my mind is racing with questions, stories are created in my mind... I am having soo much fun!  My little ones are lingering behind becoming somewhat impatient of their mother and her strange hobbies.   My weekend is perfect.... baseball and graveyards.  What else matters on a summer's day?

My favorite ball players!