During a recent stay at a Comfort Inn, we met the most remarkable young man with an amazing goal in life; he just wanted to make the world a better place. He found the best way he could do this was by being in contact with people every day, and what better way to do that than to run the front desk of a hotel. By doing this, he could have a direct one on one impact with people and through small acts of kindness, and lots of smiles, make the world a better place. I must say his strategy is spot on. During our stay he certainly made a positive impact on us.
A visit to the Eugene, Oregon Pioneer Cemetery takes one back to an era of individuals who had more moxie than most of us could ever imagine. These people left everything known to them, their homes, families and friends, to travel across prairies and over mountains, and through Native American and Mormon territories to find a new home. They braved the cold and heat, the wild animals and rushing rivers to create a new life in an unknown place. They didn’t have cell phones or Instagram or even good old snail mail. Most of the time these individuals are forgotten in the dusty corners of history, replaced by movie stars or the latest singing idol. But, today, these individuals stole the show for me. I am humbled by their fortitude and courage.
The cemetery was on a wooded hill. Over time, neglect let Mother Nature slowly reclaim what man had lovingly created. Now a group of local people are slowly restoring the graves and putting up information placards on the town’s founding citizens. What a great way to preserve the past. Eugene Skinner and his wife Mary were the first known white settlers in the Eugene area. They were from upstate New York and Eugene City, yup you guessed it, is named after him. The original gravestones are laying down in the background, too damaged by time to stand. The stump grave (to signify a life cut short) of a Woodsmen of the World, a fraternal order. And the back. These types of gravestones were quite expensive and eventually phased out.A Vermonter turned Oregonian. I bet his trip to Oregon was a lot more arduous than ours.The sadest gravestones of all are the children. The infant mortality rate was very high. This little gravestone was all alone. Most likely there were other graves around that have disappeared over time.
Tidbit: Visiting a town’s graveyard can be a treasure trove of information about a town’s past. I should wander through those in my own town back home.
