A Brief Visit to the Cemetery.
The wind was blowing pretty hard last night, and I could hear the rain on the roof late last night, but as is typical for the desert, when I got up in the morning, there was no sign of rain on the ground.
I think I will walk up to the cemetery this afternoon and take a few pictures of the old grave markers. I think looking at old cemeteries is a good way of seeing how people used to live in the old days, and how tough life was when this country was being built. And the size and quality of the headstones are a good example of that.
Most times, there's no marker there at all, which is often a sign that there used to be a wooden cross marking the grave, but it fell apart and rotted away pretty quickly. A step up from that is a cement grave marker. The cement marker will last longer, but it still breaks and falls apart rather easily. If people have some extra money, they will buy a small stone marker with a professionally carved name on it. And for the financially well-off folks, their graves can be marked with everything from a pillow-sized granite marker to a large tomb. So, looking at headstones gives you an idea about how much money folks had, and looking at the cemetery in general can give you a clue as to how wealthy the town was.
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Here’s a picture of the front of the solar panels. As you can see, the wires go into a little hatch on the back of the camper. That hatch covers up the gray and black water drain valves. When I unhook the wires at the solar panels, I fold them up and stick them in the little cubby.
Here you can see the large rocks holding the solar panels down when it got windy. The rocks held the panels down just fine, but I need an easier, less labor-intensive way to do it.
I walked over to the new graveyard to take a few pictures this afternoon. They started using this cemetery sometime in the early 1900s And it replaced the 1800s Cemetery, which is called the "Pioneer Cemetery," and is about half a mile away from this one.
And I was only here a few minutes when, oddly enough, the gravediggers showed up......
….And I couldn't help but notice that the hole they were digging was roughly the size and shape of me.... Not wanting to take any chances at my age, I quickly scooted back to my little camper, locked the door, and hid under the bed till they were gone.