Cemeteries in SE Oregon
Jan 31, 2015 7:55:31 GMT
Post by DianeMP on Jan 31, 2015 7:55:31 GMT
I'll be adding to this as time goes on and I get further afield than Klamath County cemeteries. To start, here is Keno, a tiny berg about 15 miles from KF and just above the California border. You might agree that the most striking thing about old cemeteries is the tragedy of lost infants and children. It is heartbreaking to see a child's grave, and at those times I am thankful for modern medicine.
Here is my small post about it on Google Earth/Maps.
Keno Cemetery is a wild and neglected clearing under tall ponderosa pines. As far as I know, I'm not related to anyone here, but my father did go to high school in Keno before WWII.
Veterans...
And even a Confederate soldier! Oregon was on the side of the Confederacy during the Civil War, a shocking fact I learned recently.
The old gravestone is behind with a newer replacement in the foreground. The historical society may have wanted to specify that he was
a Confederate soldier.
I sent this photo to my brother, also named Rolla, who was shocked.
It's apparently an old German name and very rare. There are only two living in the US - and both my brother an I have searched. The third
one was deceased long ago - our grandfather.
Old families...
I always love these little old-timey fenced "yards" for families.
An immigrant from Norway, Haakon "Bob" Jacobsen. Of course he would be nicknamed Bob in the USA!
Maybe he heard about the logging jobs in the American west. There were quite a few Swedish men logging here so why not Norwegians?
Winnie (I wonder if Rolla was her son).
A very modest gravestone.
There are also a lot of "pauper's graves" here, which have small metal labels, cement squares or rocks embedded in the dirt, or are completely unmarked.
In an old newspaper article, I read that many of those were infants born out of wedlock. Imagine...not only grief, but shame... The more recent ones were
made by Ward's Funeral Home using drop-in letters. An earlier one I saw was paper inked with "Infant" and an illegible date, of course deteriorating
badly under a piece a glass.
Pauper's grave, Paula Jean
Tragedies...
The worst - two sets of different-aged siblings who died on the same day, or a few days apart.
..........................................................
A personal note: my grandson, 11, is freaked out by my occasional cemetery tours because he's afraid of the "ghosts" and the idea of walking around where there are skeletons. He's getting used to it, because it's one of the prices you pay of you want to hang out with grandma a good part of your childhood. Lol! My granddaughter, 7, loves them, thinks they're beautiful and has ideas about how to pay her respects to the little kids. She has a plan to bring her old toys to put on their graves. Last year before her birthday, we were driving through a different one and she said, "I know, I'll have my birthday party here and my friends can bring toys for the dead children instead of for me!" Good girl! Maybe she's a Mexican girl at heart, eh, bixa?
Well, her parents had another b-day plan, but this year I'm going to help her sort out her old toys...
Here is my small post about it on Google Earth/Maps.
Keno Cemetery is a wild and neglected clearing under tall ponderosa pines. As far as I know, I'm not related to anyone here, but my father did go to high school in Keno before WWII.
Veterans...
And even a Confederate soldier! Oregon was on the side of the Confederacy during the Civil War, a shocking fact I learned recently.
The old gravestone is behind with a newer replacement in the foreground. The historical society may have wanted to specify that he was
a Confederate soldier.
I sent this photo to my brother, also named Rolla, who was shocked.
It's apparently an old German name and very rare. There are only two living in the US - and both my brother an I have searched. The third
one was deceased long ago - our grandfather.
Old families...
I always love these little old-timey fenced "yards" for families.
An immigrant from Norway, Haakon "Bob" Jacobsen. Of course he would be nicknamed Bob in the USA!
Maybe he heard about the logging jobs in the American west. There were quite a few Swedish men logging here so why not Norwegians?
Winnie (I wonder if Rolla was her son).
A very modest gravestone.
There are also a lot of "pauper's graves" here, which have small metal labels, cement squares or rocks embedded in the dirt, or are completely unmarked.
In an old newspaper article, I read that many of those were infants born out of wedlock. Imagine...not only grief, but shame... The more recent ones were
made by Ward's Funeral Home using drop-in letters. An earlier one I saw was paper inked with "Infant" and an illegible date, of course deteriorating
badly under a piece a glass.
Pauper's grave, Paula Jean
Tragedies...
The worst - two sets of different-aged siblings who died on the same day, or a few days apart.
..........................................................
A personal note: my grandson, 11, is freaked out by my occasional cemetery tours because he's afraid of the "ghosts" and the idea of walking around where there are skeletons. He's getting used to it, because it's one of the prices you pay of you want to hang out with grandma a good part of your childhood. Lol! My granddaughter, 7, loves them, thinks they're beautiful and has ideas about how to pay her respects to the little kids. She has a plan to bring her old toys to put on their graves. Last year before her birthday, we were driving through a different one and she said, "I know, I'll have my birthday party here and my friends can bring toys for the dead children instead of for me!" Good girl! Maybe she's a Mexican girl at heart, eh, bixa?
Well, her parents had another b-day plan, but this year I'm going to help her sort out her old toys...