Maple Lawn Cemetery in Southern Ontario: Values Long-held and Maintained

Hi, this is Patrick. Although that’s my first name, I chose “Odell” for my blog username several years ago. The name Odell is of English origin.

This blog is personal, as I know you can tell. A small business was run in parallel with my father’s golden years while he worked with me and my friends.

It is creepy, but the business is a cemetery he cares for. As one might say, having our own burial ground is preferable to having it managed by our municipality. Even at age 75, my father remains active in this business venture.

I had a few ideas for starting this blog over a decade ago, and I brainstormed with a few different approaches. My social life is very online (despite that), but long-form blogging adds to it. It is like a few onlookers have passed by each time I return.

With WordPress’s free training courses, I quickly got back into blogging and brushing up on poetry and photography.

I took a lot of Literature in high school, more than I needed, and I did a 101 in the English language in college, which provided the result of having identified that I could turn a phrase from time to time. It was a pleasure to study with my college professor, and she was an excellent instructor. I learned some valuable points from her during the short time I had access to her in the classroom.

The last time I saw Gerard, an old family friend, he told me I wasn’t a poet. However, I don’t really understand why I attracted that negativity from him.

I don’t strongly identify with being a poet. Perhaps I seem indifferent to him, not passionate, but I’m not indifferent.

I like rock lyrics. The National is a good band for rock lyrics if you want an example. The band has always been talented, and they make good music.

I wonder whereabouts they call home. For their current album, they dived into themes I hadn’t heard them explore before. The singer’s stage performance contains elements of performance art.

Another old band, The Hives, released a video about gravedigging and the undead last week. It is quirky and strange.

I did a lot of English literature in high school. Several years ago, I heard of Nashville writer Jeff Goins, who wrote a few books, including a bestseller called The Art of Work. This is a simple but moving book about how some people turn a passion for original work into success.

Ultimately, after success helping people turn pro with blogging, Mr. Goins withdrew from social media and retired. Nothing I saw indicated anything was wrong; I think he decided he had seen enough social media.

It’s kind of a funny word, eh, blog, four letters like “word” but a bit closer in pronunciation to the word “balloon.”

I participated in as much of Goins’ blog training as I could get for minimal costs. I know that if you don’t put money where your mouth is, it won’t be lucrative in the end.

For me, blogging isn’t going to work. Instead, it is a vanity project often recommended if you are doing entrepreneurial work. Having a blog with your business can make you more enviable and less likely to fail.

Social media is often a soft skills kind of thing. I usually observe Buddhist philosophy, never lie, cheat, or steal.

One time, some years ago, when I was exercising the guidance of more experienced people, I asked a few people in my life to recommend books for me to read. One of my mother’s cousins recommended Tom Wolfe’s book The Bonfire of the Vanities. I’d never watched the movie.

The book turned out to be extraordinary–it was the greatest book I’ve read in a long time. It’s a shame that I don’t read more novels. I like rock lyrics because they discharge the essence of poetry into something tangible and entertaining.

I posted slowly but with as much direction as I felt might be useful on a blog that has had the same design for a long time. I also had a theme, a word for a design that was consistent.

I’ve shown it to my girlfriend on a phone when the person sees it for the first time. I never thought many people I know would read it.

I have imagined search engines occasionally bringing it to the attention of someone in another part of the world. I know no shortage of shadowy people who desire positive energy and may see me radiating that at times.

I have occasionally referred to my dad’s cemetery in a way that indicates I’m a junior operator, which my dad understands. He initially encouraged me to help do a website for the cemetery outside of WordPress, and also a business page for the cemetery on Facebook:

Louth United website

I stopped short of actually building my blog and the page site for the cemetery as one because I didn’t want to invest time and money into a site that specifically highlighted my blog… because while I want to keep it clear what I’m doing if someone interested peruses it, I don’t want anyone to think it isn’t just a personal blog.

Facebook The Facebook page

What I’d like to assert here is that my dad and I, and our family and friends, have not changed our values. What I mean is that we have the same values now that we’ve always had.

Our core values are primarily to keep this cemetery well-maintained and honest, to assist with funeral arrangements, and to maintain our commitment to the cemetery. This is intended for people who have loved ones in the cemetery.

It’s pragmatism, I think. It is impossible for me not to be sympathetic but I don’t know what happens when someone passes away. We had one supporter, now deceased, Mrs. Marilyn Bowslaugh, who taught me, via Facebook, tips about how I should be representing us on Facebook, about religion and politics, primarily.

If I was wrong, she would let me know with the comment of a question mark, “?,” which was infrequent, but certainly effective, at letting me know when I was wrong.

Mission Statement, by Peter Coholan

1 Grave Ownership – All graves, both at-need and preneed, will be owned, ensuring burials will continue owned graves. Additional sales will take place in the existing space available. Priority will be given to families that currently own cemetery grave rights.

  1. Maintenance – The maintenance of the Maple Lawn Cemetery and Church grounds will continue to the standards established by the Board of Trustees. These standards Include but are not limited to the following activities: weekly cutting of the grass during the growing season, maintenance of the trees and shrubs, and snow removal as required in the winter.
  2. Comply with the Funeral, Burial, and Cremation Services Act regulations.
  3. Continue to maintain the church building with the funds available and explore activities conducted in the church that will complement and enhance the operation of the church and the cemetery.
  4. Keep the records of the cemetery safely and professionally.
  5. Comply with the Funeral, Burial, and Cremation Services Act regulations.

MCMLXXXVIII

May I begin by saying that, in 2017, USA Today said that a Realtor.com study had about a third of respondents state that they would think about an opportunity to live in a spooky house.  Numerous film and writing have investigated the possibility, and I know a particular case of music investigating the hereafter.  That’s what this post is about, a song about living with a ghost.

https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation-now/2017/10/25/how-many-people-believe-ghosts-dead-spirits/794215001/

By the way, from time to time, I work for a cemetery, called Maple Lawn Cemetery  http://www.maplelawncemetery.org/24701.html  I’ve been doing it since 2011, ten years.  We care for the grounds of the cemetery, handled inquiries, and maintain a Facebook page for the business.

Maple Lawn Cemetery

It’s not in isolation–on WordPress, author Jim Adams has come up with good blogging prompts, for October.  His style is daily blogging that’s in good fun and shows a good aptitude for writing and a healthy interest in music.

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2020/10/24/dress-up-day/#respond

For October 25, 2020, Jim’s prompts include the word, “ghost.”

I’m discussing today, “There’s a Ghost in My House,” a Fall song, a hit for the underground Manchester band.  The Fall recorded a version of a 1967 northern soul song, which is a style of UK dance music.  The northern soul was a variation on the style of the day, in U.S. clubs.

Northern soul

With “There’s a Ghost in my House,” The Fall’s songwriter, Mark E. Smith, took the notoriety of The Fall’s noisy stage act far and wide.  The Fall received some critical acclaim, despite their strange sound, and despite a large number of personnel who were members of the band over the years.

The member who was a constant was singer Mark E. Smith.  “There’s a Ghost in My House” got a second life when The Fall did it for their album called Domesday Pay-Off.

I’m not sure Mark E. Smith took the northern soul scene all that seriously because he didn’t take rock music real serious, but he did work on the band a great deal, putting out a lot of records over the years, with many different directions evident.  Smith drew the name The Fall from an existential novel, by Albert Camus, nothing to do with autumn time, in case that’s a point of confusion.

I assume “There’s a Ghost in My House” was The Fall’s choice to more readily relate to American music.

Brix Smith

“There’s a Ghost in My House” is not characteristic of The Fall’s music, nor did the band, with any line-up, want to play it much.  I bet that The Fall wanted radio and club play by DJs of the day.  The decision created a popularity for The Fall and took them in the direction of pop.

Their earlier record albums, however, showcased few pop elements.

Brian Holland, Lamont Dozier, and Eddie Holland, of the famed Motown Records label, wrote, “There’s a Ghost in My House,” together with R. Dean Taylor.  Motown Records had originated in Detroit and moved to NYC.

Without any commercial success, a music single, however ingenious, remains a failure.  However, it speaks to the artist’s intentions, and there are dozens of Fall albums, going back to the beginning of the nineteen-eighties.  Smith’s singing has the odd characteristic of extra syllables he added at the end of words he sang, no joke.

Mark E. Smith’s lyrics could be described as semi-nonsensical.  As an artist, Smith had a lot of power because he had so many ideas by which to explore a unique approach to rock music, and by an apparent willingness to change about.  By that I mean Mark E. Smith and his band always remained The Fall, but tackled different experiments, of noise-making, for their music.

I’ve read Camus, the writer whose novel The Fall inspired the name of Smith’s band, but I don’t know that Camus was an influence on Mark E. Smith’s music.  H. P. Lovecraft, according to Wikipedia, is one such influence, Lovecraft the sci-fi author who died in 1937, leaving a pantheon of stories behind about monster gods ruling Earth.  The difference between Camus and Lovecraft is night and day, Camus thinking very much about man’s solitude in this lifetime, Lovecraft exploring what came before and themes of despair in the face of utter monstrosity.

Despite the decline of The Fall in the late nineties, Smith found a resurgence for The Fall in the last decade of his life.  Smith died when he was sixty, in 2018.

Mark E. Smith

He had remained interested in experimenting with rock music and had a great career throughout his time in The Fall.  Some of his remarks about other rock musicians were harsh in tone, despite his contemporaries’ respect for his music.  A 2011 article in the New Yorker recalled that, despite Sonic Youth having played covers of Fall songs on BBC radio, Smith only returned the favor by declaring that the BBC should revoke Sonic Youth’s “rock license.”

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2011/11/14/plug-and-play

I hope the trying circumstances of the year to date have not been overwhelming for you.

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There’s a Ghost in My House

There’s a ghost in my house

The ghost of your memory

The ghost of the love that was took from me

Our love used to be

Only shadows in the past I see

Times can’t seem to’ve erased

The vision of your smiling face

Dead flowers I sent thee

I can’t get over ye

There’s a ghost in my house

I can’t hide (ghost in my house)

For the ghost of your love is inside (ghost in my house)

Keeps on haunting me (ghost in my house)

Just keeps on becalling me (ghost in my house)

Down in my tea cup

I see your face looking up

Sitting in my easy chair

I feel your fingers running through my hair

Though we’re far apart

Your spectre’s in my heart

There’s a ghost in my house

I can’t hide (ghost in my house)

For the ghost of your love is inside (ghost in my house)

Keeps on haunting me (ghost in my house)

Still just a part of me (ghost in my house)

By the way I hang my head

You can see I’m afraid

Thought my heart knows you’re gone

My mind keeps rolling on

There’s a ghost in my house

I can’t hide

In my house I am helpless

practice superstitious

I hear footsteps on the stairs

I know there’s no-one there

Keeps on haunting me

Keeps on haunting me

There’s a ghost in my house

A ghost of your memory

A ghost of the love that was took from me

Ghost in my house…