Snippet of a conversation I had with Hailey’s great-grandmother on Thanksgiving:
Great Meemaw: So then we dug up the rest of the body and took him home to daddy.
Me: So you…brought a dead body home to your father…for Easter?
Great meemaw (disturbingly matter-of-fact): Yep.
I’d share the rest of this conversation with you but I’m saving it for my memoirs.
Updated to add, um…no, ya’ll. It was not an animal. It was a very human corpse. Digging up a pet turtle is not be memoir worthy. Kids carrying dead bodies home to their daddy and storing the corpse in the potting shed for decades? That’s memoir worthy.