The Thanksgiving Treasure by Gail Rock

Author:Gail Rock
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781497673823
Publisher: Open Road Media

Chapter Eleven

Mr. rehnquist’s funeral was that Saturday, and while Dad was busy doing some work on his pickup, Grandma and I quietly got dressed and left for the funeral parlor without telling him. I had on my best church dress, which was yellow with brown and white rickrack trim, my black patent leather Mary Janes with heavy white socks, and my hat, a navy blue sailor with a long ribbon down the back. Grandma wore her black dress she always wore to funerals, and her flat black hat with the pink rose on the side. I tied a brown ribbon on the fall bouquet I had made those weeks ago for Grandma and took it along for Mr. Rehnquist.

We set off down the street to Jensen’s Funeral Home, and when we got there, we saw the hearse drawn up outside waiting. When we got inside, Mr. Jensen was there at the door to give us a Memorial Programme, and to help us sign the register. I wrote in my best penmanship, and noticed that there were no other names above ours. We were the first ones there, and Mr. Jensen’s assistant ushered us in. Grandma and I sat in the fourth row of the little chapel. We never liked to sit right in the front row at church either, but we always sat close enough so Grandma could hear well.

This was the first funeral I had ever been to. I looked at the Memorial Programme and saw that it told when Mr. Rehnquist was born and the date he died, and it had a nice sketch of the funeral parlor on the front. I thought it was even better than I could have drawn myself. Mrs. Jensen was playing the organ, which was up at the front of the room with the casket. There was one bouquet of flowers on the casket.

We sat there for a while listening to Mrs. Jensen play the organ, and then Uncle Will came in and sat next to us. I thought it was nice of him to come since he hadn’t even known Mr. Rehnquist until that last day. In a few moments, our preacher from the Presbyterian Church, Reverend Teasdale, came in and went to the lectern at the front of the chapel. He looked a little surprised when he saw me, and then he began to read from the Bible. I looked around and was startled to see that there was no one else there. Reverend Teasdale went right on through the service just as though we were a whole Sunday audience. Mrs. Jensen sang “The Old Rugged Cross,” and then the Reverend read a list of nice things about Mr. Rehnquist that I had never heard of, and it was all over.

Mr. Jensen came in and ushered Grandma and Uncle Will and me past the casket. We stood there for a few moments and looked at him, and it wasn’t scary the way I thought it would be at all. I

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