Those of you who know me or read my blog know that my favorite hobby is geocaching. My hobby takes me to many out of the way places including many long forgotten remote cemeteries like Mount Zion Lutheran Cemetery in Washita County, Oklahoma. It is truly in the middle of nowhere. Down a long dirt road.
With only a few cows, and a compressor station that processes gas from the Colony Wash gas field as neighbors.
There are lots of sad stories in these old cemeteries. I always wonder if anybody remembers these stories. Young Miss Rosie Lee Kolb would be 83 now. She has been buried in the red dirt of western Oklahoma that long, through the baking summers and the ice cold winters and the wind that may change direction but never quits.
And then there are the mysteries. “Unknown”, was the person unknown when the died, or is their a grave and they don’t know who is in it. It may be possible that these people are not remembered by anybody.
But there is hope.
15 Our days on earth are like grass;
like wildflowers, we bloom and die.
16 The wind blows, and we are gone—
as though we had never been here.
17 But the love of the Lord remains forever
with those who fear him.
His salvation extends to the children’s children.
Psalm 103
Lovely verse and reminder, Yogi! Thanks for doing a pairing today.
My grandparents had a son who lived only for an hour. They couldn’t afford to mark the grave and when they had the money they couldn’t FIND the grave. Very sad. It always haunted them, the loss and the inability to visit his grave. Your post triggered that memory for me.
THE LOVE OF THE LORD REMAINS FOREVER!
i love that!
have a Blessed Sunday to you..
http://point-shoot-vhen.blogspot.com/2011/07/revelation-411.html
hope you can visit back, thanks!
A thoughtful post, thankyou.
Re. geocaching, the UK (or maybe, just Yorkshire market town of Wetherby)had it’s own bit of drama whereby a geocache caused a huge furore whereby someone called the police as it was thought that a terrorist was “planting” a bomb.
Outcome: the police, bomb squad and a detonated suspect device.
We’re a long way behind the times when it comes to modern ways of playing:-)
The Hope is what we hang onto when the sadness of life is overwhelming. The Lord’s love remains forever and He is with us all the way.
Thank you for your beautiful and meaningful photography.
Blessings,
Janis
What a lovely post. A few years ago we returned to the town where my Dad was born and found the family plot had no marker where my grandparents and other relatives were buried. We purchased a marker and feel the money was well spent. So now no one will come by and ask, “I wonder who is buried here….”
At first I thought you had driven all the way to Zion NP.
Rosie and I share a birthday, different years.
beautiful post.. i spent the greater part of the day, yesterday
driving through oklahoma..we talked about some of the old cemetaries that we saw…
Think I’ll read a book.
A very moving post and sad. Hope your day is going well.
Sylvia
Do you know I’ve never seen an unknown grave like that? So sad…it definitely makes you wonder about the stories behind them.
Love your pairing. I also enjoy old cemeteries and wondering about who they were.
never heard of that activity until now, you’ve just taughtme something new
This is a beautiful post! It’s so sad to think about the long forgotten but so amazing to think that God never forgets even one of us!
Love this post. I know it’s strange, but I like t visit the cemetary from time to time and wonder about the story that lies beneath the stone. It is amazing how many infant deaths there were during the early part of this century. It was quit an accomplishment, just to live to be a teenager.
Geocaching is fascinating. It seems to be a hobby that opens the mind to the big world at the same time it keeps you focused on what’s right in front of you.
That is one sad place. Neat, though, that the unknown person was marked–that we might wonder. Every life is important.
Interesting things you come across during your geocaching adventures, but these are sad ones. Unknown, no name and not even a date.
Beautiful Yogi, your words echo the images so well….
what a touching post!
beautiful photos, especially the last one.
just wanted to let you know that i followed you again using my other gmail profile.
There are a lot of sad stories in cemeteries. I’ve been doing some genealogy and it’s so sad that so many children at birth or in their first 2 years. Parents had a lot of heartache.