Tales of the Crypt

Last night, our house church went to Mt. Holly Cemetery in Little Rock for "Tales of the Crypt." It's an annual production put on by students at Little Rock's Parkview Arts & Science Magnet High School. Mt. Holly Cemetery is the final resting place of a number of Arkansas notables, including 11 Arkansas governors and several Confederate Army generals. For "Tales of the Crypt," the audience walks in groups to different graves, where students act out a short dialogue about the historical figure they are portraying. Last night, we heard from the wife of James Dibrell, who started the University of Arkansas for Medical Sciences; William B. Worthen, who started the bank that eventually became the Bank of America; and several others. The actors are all in period costumes and perform at the actual grave of the person they are portraying. That photo up there is of Mount Holly Cemetery in the daytime. Pretty creepy, huh? And we got to walk around it in the dark! It was a lot of fun and very educational. Julia wanted to see David O. Dodd, the young Confederate martyr who reportedly haunts a house not far from our church, but he was on a different part of the tour. We'll try to catch him next year.

In non-Halloween news, I've invented a new sandwich. I want to announce it to the world so I can get full credit. It's a grilled cheese with pepper jack cheese and banana peppers. SO YUM. And vegetarian, to boot! (For those of you keeping score at home, I've been meat-free for over two years now.) I'll never eat a boring old regular grilled cheese again.

Partying

Here's Jenna enoying her fall party at school this morning. Her teachers wisely removed her costume before giving her orange-iced cupcakes.






Here she is in her costume. The package said "Twinkle Fairy." Jenna doesn't really care what she is, as long as it's girly. We had to talk her in to putting on the wings. Chad asked her if she was going to fly away after she put them on, and this convinced her that flying away was a very real possibility. So she refused until we convinced her that only birds fly, not little girls.







After a long break, I'm finally reading something again. I seem to be on a Johnny Cash roll right now. When we went to his tribute show the other night, the friend we were with mentioned that she thought Johnny's first wife had written a book. I happened to see it at the library last night, so I got it. It's mostly the letters he wrote to her while he was in the military, but she also talks about their marriage and divorce. It's sad to read about how much she didn't want the marriage to end, and her continued frustration at the country music industry for wanting to write her out of his life. I gather this is not just her perception. "Ring of Fire," the Broadway tribute show we saw the other night, covered Johnny Cash's life from his ancestry to his death but made no mention of his first marriage.

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I just received in the mail from KFC a coupon for a "breast deal." Hmmm...

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I've been thinking lately about the best love songs of all time. Here's my list so far. Feel free to add.

"In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel
"Good Enough" by Evanescence
"Overjoyed" by Stevie Wonder
"Walk the Line" by Johnny Cash (there he is again!)
"Sweet Child of Mine" by Guns N Roses