April 2014

S M T W T F S
  12345
6789101112
13141516171819
20212223242526
27282930   

Shakin' the Family Tree on Facebook

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Monday, December 13th, 2010 01:17 pm
There are a whole bunch of little rural towns in Arkansas.

Funeral processions in those places are not often accompanied by police escorts on motorcycles, zipping to the intersection in advance to allow the procession to cross unimpeded.

They aren't needed. Everyone gives way to a funeral procession, pulling as far off the road as necessary to allow all the cars to pass. We even do that in the "big" cities - at least, most of us do. The ones of us who can remember our manners.

Maybe that's just a Southern thing. I don't know.

What I do know is that I was taught from the time I was a little bitty girl that when someone takes that last ride, you show respect.
Tuesday, December 14th, 2010 12:54 am (UTC)
They do this here in Oklahoma, too ... I hadn't seen it until we moved here. It must be a Southern thing. :)
Tuesday, December 14th, 2010 01:05 am (UTC)
Love that icon...
Tuesday, December 14th, 2010 01:08 am (UTC)
Thanks. It's my maternal grandparents' tomb in Lafayette, LA.
Tuesday, December 14th, 2010 02:40 am (UTC)
I was taught as a kid that you pull over for funerals and ambulances --- out of respect in both cases, the one being respect for death and the other being respect for the struggle to save a life.

Now, this came from my dad, who although northern born spent several years of his childhood in Georgia.

On the other hand, my great-uncle Charlie, who was raised in Michigan by Scottish immigrant parents, not only pulled over for a funeral, but if he was out walking and one went by he would stop, face the street, take off his hat, and stand with his head bowed and his hat held over his heart until the procession had gone by. I once asked him why he did that if he didn't know the guest of honor, and he said, "Respect for the dead."
Tuesday, December 14th, 2010 02:43 am (UTC)
I've seen that, too. Mostly from elderly men.

And in really little towns - where everyone knew everyone else - I've seen people standing beside their cars, and lining the streets in shows of respect.