Mortician I

In a few I will prune my old  blogs down to less time sensitive. My 1st stories deal with the funeral business. I was groomed to be a mortician.

My Dad and his twin brother left the farm after the 8th grade and joined a mortuary school, moving from Iowa to Kansas City.

My Dad wore a coat and tie every day. I felt so proud when I walked with my Dad downtown. He would tip his hat to strangers, had a pace of military about him.

But he first learned to tie a tie on a corpse in Kansas City.

To the day that he died, he would lie a tie on the bed, knot it on the bed, then noose it around his neck impeccably.