logo-image

A Time and a Place

Shackelford Funeral Directors • July 14, 2016

I was leaving the building late Tuesday when a car swerved into the drive from which I was attempting to exit, flew into the upper tier of the parking lot and then stopped directly in front of the fountain that’s directly in front of the building. After a few seconds, the vehicle slowly moved away, turned down the opposite drive, stopped for a few minutes at the end, and then pulled onto Church Street and sped away.

Now throughout the years we’ve had our fair share of folks meeting on our grounds for various and sundry reasons, not all of which are innocent. And this encounter was such that I actually left then came back and circled the building to be certain the mysterious car hadn’t returned.

It wasn’t until the next morning that I began to realize exactly what had happened, but not being as familiar with the online gaming world as I could be (actually, how ‘bout I know absolutely nothing about the online gaming world), I needed to have my suspicions confirmed. Later that day, the secretary did just that.

We have a little digital dude hanging out around our fountain.

Actually, it’s probably more accurate to say that the funeral home in Savannah is a stop in Pokémon Go. For an explanation of what this means, I’ll give you a brief synopsis of the game.

Pokémon Go  is a game that uses the GPS and clock on your phone to populate the world around you with Pokémon. Once you download the free app, you track the little imaginary creatures in the real world, catching them as you can while exploring your surroundings.  There’s a lot more to it than that, but at least now you have the basics.

It sounds great. People, especially kids, are getting out of the house and becoming acquainted with their communities.  Adults are getting to revisit their Pokémon childhoods.  But unfortunately, sometimes these little cloud-based critters show up at some rather inappropriate places . . . like, say Arlington National Cemetery or the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum. . . or perhaps the Auschwitz Memorial in Poland.  Somehow, game playing seems a little irreverent while standing at scenes that memorialize great tragedies or those who sacrificed themselves for freedom.  Ok, a lot irreverent—which may be the reason these sites are hoping to have themselves removed from the game.

Other historic sites and facilities are trying to incorporate the game into their structure because they realize that Pokémon Go  is accomplishing something they’ve tried to do for years, sometimes not very successfully—encourage people to visit them. And some folks are actually taking the time to truly explore the site . . . after they catch all the available Pokémon.

All of which allows us to make an observation regarding technology. The world we currently live in is amazing.  We can wirelessly communicate with people around the world.  We can find out almost anything we want to know by simply searching the Internet (as long as we’re very careful about what we believe and verify the truth of our discoveries).  Most of us carry a combination phone/computer/camera around in our pocket unless, of course, we’re asleep.  Then it’s under our pillow or on the bedside table or still clutched in our hand.  That kind of access is very powerful . . . and very addictive.  But there is a time and a place for most everything and perhaps it’s not the best time to catch Pokémon while contemplating the deaths of millions of innocent people.  It’s probably not a good idea to take selfies while visiting a cemetery dedicated to our service men and women or a memorial to those who sacrificed their lives for our freedom.  Think about where you are before you pull out your cell phone and indulge.

We don’t mind folks coming to the funeral home to catch Pokémon. As a matter of fact, it’s kinda nice to be included.  Just please remember as you come into the parking lot—or wherever else you may go on your quest—timing is everything.  If people are streaming out of our building while dabbing their eyes with tissues and making their ways to their cars, it’s a pretty good clue that maybe you should come back in a few minutes.  Technology is a wonderful thing as long as it is used with respect—respect for the place where we are and respect for the feelings of those around us.

By Lisa Thomas February 20, 2025
Although every arrangement conference is different, any that involve planning some type of service share a few things in common, such as deciding who will speak, and when and where the service will be held. And at some point in all this planning, the funeral director will ask “Have you thought about music?”
By Lisa Thomas February 13, 2025
It was the spring of 1991 when I was first required to walk through the doors of Henderson Office Supply on Main Street in Henderson, Tennessee. The business was owned by the Casey family—the same Casey family who owned Casey Funeral Home—the same Casey family from whom we had just purchased both.
By Lisa Thomas February 6, 2025
It was December 14, 1799, and George Washington, first president of the United States, lay on his deathbed, the result of male obstinance, a sudden change in the weather, a desire to be prompt which led to dinner in soggy clothes, and medical practices of the day that were useless in the face of whatever illness was attacking his body. Actually, just useless in general.
By Lisa Thomas January 30, 2025
Pia Farrenkopf was a loner, a smart, driven woman of German descent who would be gone for weeks at a time, if not for work, then for the sheer pleasure of exploring the world. Her family grew to expect unanswered phone calls and random postcards from faraway places.
By Lisa Thomas January 23, 2025
Whenever a death occurs there’s always a cleaning out that follows. It may be a house or apartment, a hospital or nursing home room—maybe even just a closet and a drawer—but somewhere the items that represent that person’s life are tucked safely away, waiting for the day when they will pass to the next generation . . . or Goodwill, whichever is deemed appropriate.
By Lisa Thomas January 15, 2025
I find myself sitting in Panera, eating an Apple Chicken Salad and reading “The 7 ½ Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle”, a Christmas present from my daughter and her family. Only this Panera is located in Vanderbilt Medical Center. Soon I will return to the darkness of Room 7 in the ICU and wait.
By Lisa Thomas January 9, 2025
We were just wrapping up a celebratory family meal (please don’t ask which one; I haven’t the foggiest notion, given the time of year and the prevalence of celebratory meals), when my 15-year-old grandson Wilson stretched his lanky frame in the manner that indicates a satisfaction with the food and a fullness from overindulging, and asked “Mona, (that’s what all the grandchildren call me . . . because my first name is Lisa . . . so, Mona Lisa . . .) “when do I get a copy of the Thomas Cookbook?”
By Lisa Thomas December 27, 2024
As I sit writing this, it is Christmas night—that time when the world grows still and quiet as the celebrations of the day fade into memories.
By Lisa Thomas December 18, 2024
‘Tis the season to be jolly . . . unless it isn’t. Unless it isn’t because Grief has recently come to call and seems quite content to stay, at least for the foreseeable future.
By Lisa Thomas December 12, 2024
I made a pretty big mistake this year. Actually, truth be known, I made a lot of mistakes this year. But this particular one was a doozie.
More Posts
Share by: