as i said i took a drive up on tug hill this afternoon looking for fall colors, and was fairly disappointed, with the exception of a few brillant yellow and oranges, the colors are pretty drap, none of the reds that really make it beautiful....but there is a lot of green yet and so i doubt it's peaked yet, at least i sure hope it hasn't......but just outside rodman noticed a small, old cemetary that i had never seen before, or at least never payed attention to, not that i'm out that way very often....not an active cemetary to be sure although some one has mowed it recently......almost all the stones in it are just that at this point, stones stuck in the ground, any carving or writting on them long since weathered into nothingness....although i did find one stone that was still in good shape...i think mainly because it was faced away from the direction of most weather....from 1839...and as able to just make out 1813 on another stone....which would be consistant with the time this area was settled.....but it got me thinking that this represented a "colony" of people living on this spot about 200 years ago ( the age of the woman from 1939 was on the stone and said that she had been 82 years old)....but in a general, impersonal way.....markers to people who lived and died here but for the most part nameless, remembered but forgotten........well in that mood as i drove back to town i past the cemetary my mother is buried in and remembered that it had been a while since i had visited her site...it's with a bit of embarassment that i must admit to driving round a bit (large cemetary) until i remembered where the site was, it's been about 4 years, almost five since her death, it's not that i've forgot her....i could never do that but just where she rests........i'm not one for great displays of emotion.........