Thursday, October 18, 2012

Sleeping at the Hyrum Cemetery

Sleeping at the Cemetery by: Billy Wardle (Some additions added by Charlie Wardle) []
When we were teenagers, my brothers and I and a couple of other friends in our neighborhood decided we would test our courage by spending a night in the cemetery.  I’m not sure who all went.  It seems a friend, David DeBolt was and also a girl, probably our cousin Tammy, buy maybe Connie, and our dog Wolfer.
We selected a site to lay out our sleeping bags at the lower end of the cemetery, past all the gravesites.  I remember had had a hard time getting to sleep, and told some appropriate stories.
[We were all just about asleep when my dog Wolfer, who was tied up to the fence by where we were sleeping, started barking his head off and stepping all over us.  All of us hurried and put the sleeping bags way over our heads thinking that there was someone coming with an ax to chop our heads off.  We were all real scared.]
Weldon and Bill started arguing over who was going to get up to see who or what it was.  Weldon said to me, “Charlie, get up and see who it is.”  I replied, “No, you get up!”  I think Billy was the first one up.  By that time Wolfer had quit barking.  No one really knew what it was that Wolfer was barking at.  Bill thought it was a dog, but I couldn’t see a dog anywhere. ]
We settled back down to bed, and I was sleeping pretty well when Weldon woke me up, announcing we were going home.  We all followed him.  We packed our gear and started walking home, crossing the fence and quickly getting on the road.  On the way home, a strange creature or something come down the road headed straight for us.  I was really scared and almost took off running.  As if got closer, and entered the light from a street light, it turned out to be a tumble weed blown by an early morning canyon wind.

3 comments:

  1. Kathleen Keiser: I love old memories like this. It gives me a homesick feeling to be growing up in Hyrum again.

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  2. That was 'Awesome'you don't know me, I grew up in North Logan. It holds the best of memories and a lot of not so good. The good weighs out the bad for dure. I just wanted to say how brave of you anD friends to spend the night there

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  3. That was 'Awesome'you don't know me, I grew up in North Logan. It holds the best of memories and a lot of not so good. The good weighs out the bad for dure. I just wanted to say how brave of you anD friends to spend the night there

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