Bury them with my ashes...

Yesterday we went to see Grandma Paul. She gave us books out of her library for Christmas--recycled gifts, she called it--giving me a word finder that my Grandpa Paul had used when he wrote talks and a book on forms from her own poetry-writing days.

As we were talking, she told us a little anecdote. When my Grandparents were packing up their library for their move down to St. George, my Grandma said, "We sure have a lot of books, don't we?"

"Well, there are two things we can do with them," my grandpa answered. "We can give them to Venice's family or you can set them on fire and bury them with my ashes."

NOW I know where I got it from.

Tony