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The lady
I spoke to at the Chamber of Commerce said if I was interested in
historic sites, I should not miss a tour of the Jacksonville Cemetery.
There are gravesites dating from the late 1800's Gold Rush period
when settlers were still being killed by Indians - and vice versa.
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cemetery is located in a beautiful setting high on a hill overlooking
Jacksonville. Huge old trees, mossy covered headstones, and there
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A
lot of the older headstones were broken and the way they were placed
on the ground made them look even spookier than usual.
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Dear
Father
Died
May 21, 1882
71 years, 1 mo., 13 days
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Dear
Mother
Died
December 12, 1887
64 years, 8 mos.
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"Sacred
to the memory of
William
Boddy & Sons
Murdered
by the Modoc Indians
November
29, 1872"
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you find the Red Breasted Robin in this picture? |
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When
I got home that night, I looked on the forum to see what the "Fulltime
Graduating Class of 2005" was up to, and saw the following
motto posted on their website and thought "How appropriate
to my day!"
"Life
is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely
in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather sliding in broadside,
thoroughly used up, totally worn out and proclaiming, 'Wow, what
a ride!'" - unknown
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To
see more pictures of this historic cemetery, check out my page
at Inspiration's
Journey.
Read the
article I wrote about discovering life lessons in cemeteries at
RVTravel.com.
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