Okay, this one is going to sound petty and disrespectful, almost blasphemous.
Why can't my mom be in a really cool cemetery?
I
know how a cemetery ought to look. I've seen your blogged pictures of
old cemeteries Back East, with their classic upright headstones
surrounded by wrought iron fences. I've walked among the early 20th
century graves in Fayetteville, NY, and much, much older ones on
Nantucket. I've seen the high end statuary in that cemetery near
Syracuse University, and the deer or moose shaped one at Evergreen
Cemetery on Oracle Road in Tucson. I've been to Boot Hill in Tombstone.
I've been to the Haunted Mansion. I've watched Buffy!
No vampire would be caught dead where my mom is buried. There are very few crypts to hang around in, and hardly any upright headstones.
Grave markers--that's the funereally correct term--are set in the
ground, flush with the surrounding dirt, so that lawn mowers can be
rolled past (and probably over) them without the clang of mower blade
on granite or brass. As best I can tell, all the Tucson cemeteries are
like that, over most of their real estate - at least, every patch
of cemetery that's still accepting new tenants at semi-reasonable
prices. Driving by these places, pretty much all you see is a lot of
short grass, a few trees lining noose-shaped drives, and a combination
office and mortuary building in the middle.
I
don't know whether this practical, don't-make-it-look-like-a-graveyard
approach is a function of local custom, ground conditions, or the
economic realities of the times. I do know that growing up and
traveling around, I always saw the kinds of grave markers that stood
upright.
Down in Tombstone, Arizona, the markers in the
old Boot Hill cemetery are definitely vertical, if not as formal as the
ones in Fayetteville or Syracuse. They have a gallows humor to them
that still draws tourists and sells postcards. Some of the more
interesting ones are scattered around this journal entry. I think I
read or was told that the markers there (at least the cross-shaped ones) are replicas of the originals,
the 1880s wooden markers having long since rotted away. But they're
still cool. You expect good tombstones in Tombstone, and you get them.
I'm
not saying I want my mom's marker to tell of a death as colorful as the
ones noted on Tombstone's tombstones. I'm glad she wasn't "Hanged
by mistake," "found in an abandoned mine," dragged to her grave by a
cowboy after death by smallpox, or "stabbed by Gold Dollar." I'm just
saying a flat marker in the ground lacks the sense of history and
romance the other forms have, even if I did design the flat one myself.
I'm
not a particularly morbid person, but I've designed a fair number of
grave markers in my life. When JFK was shot, I sat in a class room or
lecture hall in the Hall of Languages at Syracuse University, drawing
headstones. I had no clue about the Eternal Flame or Arlington
Cemetery, or that a murdered president's grave wouldn't be surrounded
by the graves of more ordinary folks. I just drew a lot of inverted U
shapes, and put the JFK epitaph on the big on in the middle of the
page.
A few years later, I wrote on a rock above the tiny grave of the
only parakeet I ever had:
Here lies Friskyblue.
He was no pest.
He broke his leg,
So now he'll rest.
I had been diagnosed with an allergy to feathers shortly before Friskyblue's death. Within
a year or so of that burial, I also laid to rest a wild baby bird we'd
tried and failed to save. I think I marked up a rock over that bird,
too.
Twenty years after that, in 1989, I buried Jenny, the first
dog I ever had. Or rather, I paid a handyman to do it. I've already
posted the poem I wrote on that awful occasion, but here's a piece of it:
There was no moon out as he dug her a hole,
Watched by the rabbits, gnatcatchers and me,
While hawks screamed, but only because they were free,
As he struck sparks from rocks with his long digging pole.
When he was finished, the moon rose at last.
He carried the tools out and then drove away,
While I struggled to mop up the smell of decay
From a dog still alive just a day and a half past.
Yes,
Jenny got a painted rock, too. Her marker proclaimed her "The best dog
in the world." I wasn't far wrong on that. She was certainly the best
dog in my world.
My
next dog, Noodle, is in the room with me now. Her ashes are in a plain
white oblong box, taller than it is wide, labeled with a paper sticker
the size of a business card. Last night I discovered that at some point
the intermittently leaky ceiling over my built-in bookshelves caused
the ink to run, so that the sticker now commemorates "Noo [smudge]
[smudge]." The only thing about it that really says Noodle to me is the
old dog collar slung around the base of the box.
On the whole, I think I'd have preferred a back yard grave and a painted rock.
Karen
Color
photos by KFB. Black and white ones by JBlocher. Or maybe I took some of the
black and white ones, too. It was a long time ago, but I think
maybe I did take them.
Above: Billy Clanton, Frank and Tom McLaury, and some sightseers.
Karen outside Boot Hill at the edge of Tombstone, Arizona, not far from the OK Corral.
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5 comments:
I know what you mean about cemeteries and grave stones. Those vast fields of low mown grass with the flush headstones just don't do it for me. The one where my SIL is buried is so...blah. You can't even tell there are graves there until you are on top of one or unless the family has inserted one of these metal flower holder thingies into the ground. I love the cemetery where my grandma, grandpa and great aunt are buried. Their parents are there too. It's the oldest cemetery in Troy NY. The graves are crowded together and there is a riot of different head stone and monument types going on. Big crypts, marble slabs, large religious statuary...very gothic really. Sadly, the concept of "perpetual care" isn't practiced well there. Many of the graves are overgrown with weeds and some of the stones were broken or tipped over by vandals...but it has character. A somberly beautiful gloom. They don't sell plots there anymore. The only spaces left are ones that were purchased long ago...as yet unused family plots. I know there is one space left next to my grandmother. I can't remember who it was originally meant for. I think my great aunt's husband (but she never married). Their parents bought the family plots decades ago. My friend's daughter is buried in a really pretty Jewish cemetery. My best friend was buried in an old-school Catholic cemetery with some pretty monuments too. You can still find a lot of those traditional plots here on the east coast. Me? I want to be cremated. I'd like a pretty marble bench dedicated to me somewhere scenic. Overlooking the water. Sprinkle me in Hawaii. In my heart, that is home. :-) Somewhere deep down I still admire those really pretty family crypts with the stained glass windows, altars, marble and gilt. A very pretty resting place, indeed. (Hey! I am allergic to feathers too! And Sheba's ashes are currently on my fireplace mantle. No decisions what to do there yet.)
My parents' cemetery has markers as well. I don't like it.
I love this entry! (I know you saw my Cemetery Day post!) I have always loved cemeteries, especially the old ones. My grandparents are buried in one like your mom's, all flat gravemarkers, only theirs are brass instead of stone, even worse! I know these are more practical (much easier for the groundskeepers to maintain since they can mow right over), but they have NO personality! And while I plan to be cremated, my husband and I plan to have a marker at my favorite old cemetery in western PA, maybe a granite bench with our info engraved so future grave hunters will have a place to rest.
There's a cemetary with flat stones near where I work. It's the first of those I've seen. I used to live near the oldest cemetary in town, with nice old markers and lots of statues. Even the new graves there, though, have flat markers. Myself, I really want a mausoleum. Just a small one, to keep family urns in. But only if I had a big family who thought they might want their ashes stored there too. Too big of a memorial for just me.
I think the flat markers are more dignified and more enduring. But as for me, I have prepaid for a burial at sea.
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