My parents both grew up in Forest Grove, and I’m related to at least 1/2 of the town, I would guess. And after reading this story, I can say a) I know roughly where that lady lives, and b) It probably came pretty close to hitting my cousin’s house:
FOREST GROVE, Ore. – An unwelcome guest recently crashed into Barbara Vreeland’s home: the cremated remains of a Washington man.
The 46-year-old man died of natural causes in June. He wanted to be cremated and have his ashes scattered over Mountain View Memorial Gardens, a cemetery near Vreeland’s home, Forest Grove police Capt. Aaron Ashbaugh said Tuesday.
Family members told police the bag of ashes slipped as they were circling the cemetery in a small plane they had hired for the day.
The 4-pound bag crashed through Vreeland’s roof and landed in the attic.
Key quote: “I feel for those people. But I think some of their relative is still in our attic.”
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In all our yakkin, have I ever mentioned that Deb and I are both Pacific U. grads – and met there as freshmen, a decade before we married there? Small woild;-)
You know, I think you may have told me that before. Why exactly did you go to Pacific U?