Wednesday, July 18, 2012

old bones

We've already discussed my kids' fascination with old graveyards. We think of it as a thing to do when we're back east, where all things are older and better preserved. But the other night while walking around Old Town after dinner, we stopped in at a tiny little historic graveyard and took a look around. Turns out we have old stuff here in Cali too, in Old Town of all places! This place is wicked cool, and bizarre and intriguing and curious,  because the graves are marked not just with inscriptions but with stories. And the stories told on the visible markers don't even scratch the surface of what.. and who.. lies buried beneath the sidewalk and streets of this avenue full of sunburned tourists and drunk locals!   

The stories are awesome:

Even the most unflappable were somehow quieted

This one you'd expect to gnash and wail over a child's grave. .. she did not disappoint

aaaannnnnd then it got boring for some
but I was still riveted....

Rest in peace, old bones.


Me, You, or Ellie said...

"who came to his death
from a bullet
from a revolver
It was one of the old fashioned
kind & brass mounted

& such is the Kingdom of Heaven"

Wow. Love the specifics. And love the Indian Maiden and Indian Babe although that probably means something slightly different now . . .

So interesting, so intriguing, so . . . West!

Love it.

Beth said...

Love that place! I've ventured in there a few times.

I love how it's smack dab in the middle of the busiest state park in the state and there is hardly ever anyone in there. Except for you guys. And me, occasionally.


Pat said...

Great blog, Jackie!
Next time you go to Old Time I can walk down from my house and t you...or maybe an encore at the sushi place?
See you soon!
Love, Pat

Pat said...

That should have been meet you

Me, You, or Ellie said...

I'll look forward to it, Pat!