I was suspected of murder

We moved into our first house in 1978, after we moved in the giant elm tree in the front yard was marked for removal by the city.  Dutch elm disease was spending across the country, ours had it and removal was the only way to stop the spread.

One day I came home from work work and the tree was gone, leaving a big stump.  A few days later I came home to find a huge pile of saw dust and wood chips. Julia had hired a guy with a stump grinder to take care of the stump.  My day off job was now to clean up all the grindings.  After I got them shoveled up I noticed that the roots were still there just below the surface, going down lower.  Julia went to work in the back yard while I started to dig. I had a nice two foot wide about six feet long trench with me standing in it up to my knees.  I noticed that people going by were looking at me weird.  I finally caught them looking down the driveway into the back yard then looking at me and taking off. Julia was laying on the ground, her back was bothering her from all the yard work.  My words to Julia "you can't lay in the yard, people think I killed you and are burying you in the front yard".