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Monschau is a small historical town located in the hills of the North Eifel in North Rhine-Westphalia (German: Nordrhein-Westfalen) in Germany, situated just 4 km across the Belgian border. The picturesque old town center has many preserved 300 years old half-timbered houses along the river Rur.
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sidenote:this literally happened, in a small town named Cowbridgeđ¤
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âIn 1984, when Ruth Coker Burks was 25 and a young mother living in Arkansas, she would often visit a hospital to care for a friend with cancer.
During one visit, Ruth noticed the nurses would draw straws, afraid to go into one room, its door sealed by a big red bag. She asked why and the nurses told her the patient had AIDS.
On a repeat visit, and seeing the big red bag on the door, Ruth decided to disregard the warnings and sneaked into the room.
In the bed was a skeletal young man, who told Ruth he wanted to see his mother before he died. She left the room and told the nurses, who said, âHoney, his motherâs not coming. Heâs been here six weeks. Nobodyâs coming!â
Ruth called his mother anyway, who refused to come visit her son, who she described as a âsinnerâ and already dead to her, and that she wouldnât even claim his body when he died.
âI went back in his room and when I walked in, he said, âOh, momma. I knew youâd comeâ, and then he lifted his hand. And what was I going to do? So I took his hand. I said, âIâm here, honey. Iâm hereâ, Ruth later recounted.
Ruth pulled a chair to his bedside, talked to him
and held his hand until he died 13 hours later.
After finally finding a funeral home that would his body, and paying for the cremation out of her own savings, Ruth buried his ashes on her familyâs large plot.
After this first encounter, Ruth cared for other patients. She would take them to appointments, obtain medications, apply for assistance, and even kept supplies of AIDS medications on hand, as some pharmacies would not carry them.
Ruthâs work soon became well known in the city and she received financial assistance from gay bars, âThey would twirl up a drag show on Saturday night and hereâd come the money. Thatâs how weâd buy medicine, thatâs how weâd pay rent. If it hadnât been for the drag queens, I donât know what we would have doneâ, Ruth said.
Over the next 30 years, Ruth cared for over 1,000 people and buried more than 40 on her familyâs plot most of whom were gay men whose families would not claim their ashes.
For this, Ruth has been nicknamed the âCemetery Angelâ.ââ by Ra-Ey Saley
Sheâs 60 now, sheâs still doing activist and advocacy work, and working on a memoir.
my favorite thing about this story is that ruth had inherited a large family graveyard and never really knew wtf she was going to do w dozens and dozens of empty grave plots but then the AIDS crisis happened and she realized what she could do with it
When Burks was a girl, she said, her mother got in a final, epic row with Burksâ uncle. To make sure he and his branch of the family tree would never lie in the same dirt as the rest of them, Burks said, her mother quietly bought every available grave space in the cemetery: 262 plots. They visited the cemetery most Sundays after church when she was young, Burks said, and her mother would often sarcastically remark on her holdings, looking out over the cemetery and telling her daughter: âSomeday, all of this is going to be yours.â
âI always wondered what I was going to do with a cemetery,â she said. âWho knew thereâd come a time when people didnât want to bury their children?â
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Articles:Â Â
Ruth Coker Burks, the cemetery angel:Â https://arktimes.com/news/cover-stories/2015/01/08/ruth-coker-burks-the-cemetery-angel
Caring For AIDS Patients, âWhen No One Else Would:Â https://www.npr.org/2014/12/05/368530521/caring-for-aids-patients-when-no-one-else-would
And a final quote from the first article:
She hasnât been back to Files Cemetery since her stroke. While she made sure it was kept up back when she lived in Hot Springs, it appeared to have been let go a bit when the reporter visited in late December, some of the tombstones pushed over and broken, the snag of a dead oak left to rot among the graves. Even without knowing the story of the place, it might have been downright spooky if not for the constant stream of traffic cruising by at 10 miles an hour over the speed limit.
Before sheâs gone, she said, sheâd like to see a memorial erected in the cemetery. Something to tell people the story. A plaque. A stone. A listing of the names of the unremembered dead that lie there.
âSomeday,â she said, âIâd love to get a monument that says: This is what happened. In 1984, it started. They just kept coming and coming. And they knew they would be remembered, loved and taken care of, and that someone would say a kind word over them when they died.â
2019-08-05
Political question: how would you feel about a new independence referendum for Scotland? Would you wish that it left the UK because of Brexit or even before Brexit?
Iâm all for it. I wasnât last time but things changed. Donât get me wrong, I donât think weâd be living in a beautiful utopia but the UK is already fucked and I want a Scottish passport so that when we rejoin the EU I can travel freely. But seriously, weâre screwed either way so we might as well screw it up ourselves rather than let the English do it for us
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âwe might as well screw it up ourselves rather than let England do it for usâ is perhaps the most energising statement Iâve ever read
Never talk to me or my 42 trees again
it amuses me to see people being surprised/impressed/amused by this setup, because itâs extremely common on the plains. if you donât plant a windbreak, your heating and cooling bills are huge, and storms do things like throw the lawnmower through the living room window, take the roof off, or cake the entire north side of the house with six inches of solid ice.
evergreens remain bendy even in the coldest weather, so â wait, no, not the coldest. i remember when i was a kid it got down to like -45 and the norway pines around my house were cracking like gunshots as the sap froze.
maples, incidentally, make that noise around -20f, and i hear it at least once every winter here in southern minnesota. but i only ever heard norway pines make it that one time.
so anyway thatâs why we plant pine trees around our houses. because otherwise the wind would freaking kill us.
This is informative and perfectly sensible under the circumstances but I also cannot resist the temptation to compare it to planting stuff all around the boundary of your lot in The Sims