“Are you bowed down in heart? Do you but hear the clashing discords and the din of life? Then come away, come to the peaceful wood, Here bathe your soul in silence. Listen!”
Some of you follow along enough to know I have that fascination with older cemeteries. They are old by Oregon standards. Pioneer parcels that have interesting graves from my perspective. Recently, I have been trying to find a very small graveyard that I recall visiting in the mid 80′s. Even then, it was overgrown and forgotten. No fence, no signs. There was a low wrought iron fence around one grave. Few headstones. Someone had been digging up a grave to steal the contents. The disappearance of a cemetery is highly unique in this area. Here, in this image, I found a parcel of land that seems the same size and look, as I recall it, and I surveyed the area for any signs of graves without success.The search will continue, but probably more via records.
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be
satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.”