NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC NAMES LONE FIR
ONE OF THE TOP 10 CEMETERIES IN THE WORLD TO VISIT!
Really! Here is a link to the article "http://www.nationalgeographic.com/travel/top-10/cemeteries/" I consider myself fortunate to live so close to this special cemetery. Often, when I have to choose between taking a walk to Laurelhurst Park (which is very beautiful) or going to Lone Fir - I choose Lone Fir. The park is full of people and all kinds of activity, which can be uplifting at times. At others, it is not what the soul is seeking. To clear my mind and to reflect on life, the peace and solitude of Lone Fir is perfect.
Every time I visit (and I've gone so many more times than the ones I've blogged about here) I find new things to surprise and interest me. For instance, this memorial for Golda Miller. In case you can't read the inscription it says "Folks in heaven don't do a thing. Walk streets of gold. Play harp and sing. I need a little house, flowers round the door. Children running in and out to bake some cookies for. Save your golden streets for those up above. Satisfy my simple tastes with lots of folks to love." Wow, how cool is that? I can totally relate to her. What a wonderful tribute. I know I would have liked Golda.
Here is another unique memorial with a photograph of the person next to a large bear, which I assume was stuffed? I'm not sure, though, because when I zoom in on the photo it almost looks like he is next to a cage and perhaps this was a live bear? Obviously this was an important and cherished snapshot for it to be the one on his headstone.
This beautiful headstone had a lot of thought and craftsmanship put into it.
Beautifully detailed.
But there is no name of the person and I don't understand
what the inscription means. Do you?
Here is another, with only the last name. I searched the name 'Lundberg' and found that Lundberg is a surname of Swedish origin, meaning wooded hill or mountain grove.
Beautiful design...
Nice enough to be art.
Take a look at this very special one for Annie Robinson, 1862 - 1899.
I love the picket fence with the open gate, welcoming her to rest.
Many graves are now marked with headstones that have no identification. Age, illness or many other causes may have taken away the person whose bones lie here, but water, wind and dust are the culprits that have swept away the marking of their last place on Earth.
I find this one sad, since it doesn't even say her name. Surely this woman was more than just the wife to W. Holman, whoever he was.
All of us will leave our earthly life at some time - that is certain. Some of us, like me, want to be cremated and have our ashes scattered, leaving nothing of our physical bodies, but returning to the elements. Dust to dust. For those that choose to be interred in a cemetery, maybe reading this blog will cause you to give some thought to your own headstone or memorial plaque, now knowing that others will look to it in the years to come, and wonder, who you were?
Thanks for taking this trip with me to Lone Fir in February, 2015. I look forward to the next.
