Grave Reflections

Maybe Seeing is Believing

Terry Barr
Nov 1 · 7 min read
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When I was a boy, my daddy used to take me to the cemeteries on Father’s and Mother’s Day. First, we’d visit his grandparents’ graves in the North Highlands section of town, nearer to Hueytown than to Bessemer. Then we’d travel to Birmingham, to a gravesite that now overlooks the interstate interchange of 65, 20, and 59, where Dad’s father, and later his mother and sister, are buried.

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Terry Barr

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I write about music, lit culture, sports, food, and my Alabama past in One Table One World, MuddyUm, Indelible Ink, Contemplate, inkMend, and The Weekly Knob.

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