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New Horizons

This is my first trip overseas and I am blown away. So much is different, yet in other ways it is the same. Language of course can be a barrier, but almost everyone we talked to could speak English. I’m sad to say I could not reciprocate.

The little beach town on Helsingør in Sweden is just adorable. Reminds me a lot of St. Augustine in Florida.

The rural countryside of Sweden looks exactly like western PA or eastern Ohio. No wonder our ancestors migrated to there.

The oddest thing is the 25 year lease on graves. If no one renews the lease, the graves are dug up and the bodies cremated and spread in the “memory garden” of the cemetery. The stones are lined up against the stone walls until they run out of room. Then they destroy them. So in every really old section, there are new graves or wide green spaces waiting for new “tenants.” How very strange to us. We were so glad some of our were still there. Perhaps a distant relative is renewing the lease.

Do you live someplace that has different customs for burials than the USA, which treasures old grave sites forever. I’d love to hear about it.


There are two sides to every story. I like to write about the "other side." I like to challenge my readers to dig deep into their conscience and see life through someone else's eyes.

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