I have something I need to tell you. This isn’t easy for me to say, but you were bound to find out one way or another. So, I thought it was better if I just got it out in the open.
I can be
very a teensy bit indecisive at times.
There, I said it. Whew! I feel so much better. Thanks.
I’ve been planning to post on Hargadine Cemetery for awhile now, but I have so many pictures it’s hard to choose which ones to use.
[Random’s voice inside his head: I still have twenty pictures I like! That’d be a pantload* of work to get all those ready. Maybe if I put them into groups… <yawn> But first, a bike ride!] (days pass…)
But I finally said to myself, “Myself, just pick one or two effin’ pictures and post them; you don’t have to get them all ready at once. Duh.”
So, that’s what I did, and here they are.
Introduction to Hargadine Cemetery
This is the second oldest cemetery in Ashland. The first burial there was Katie Hargadine, the one-year-old daughter of one of Ashland’s original founders, Robert Hargadine.
The place is filled with interesting headstones and markers, and some of the oak trees are huge.
After I converted this to black & white, the engraving of “Husband” stood out more than in the color original. A lot of headstones have family roles engraved on them — especially older ones.
It’s interesting how a person’s role in their family was such a big part of their identity.
Except, I realize I don’t know whether the inscriptions were chosen by the deceased, or by their loved ones. Is such an inscription the deceased proudly stating their most important role or greatest accomplishment? Or, is it the relationship the deceased was to the family member left with the task of choosing the grave marker?
And, how would the person choosing decide which word to use if the deceased was a son, brother, husband AND father?
* The term “pantload” is, I think, self-explanatory, but I credit my first hearing of it to my brother. I’m not sure why.
- Since it is ambiguous, those living in or very near the Siskiyou Mountains get to choose whichever way they prefer.
- The exact north-to-south midpoint of the Siskiyou Mountains will be determined. Those living south of the line say “Madrone” and those north of the line say “Madrona.” (Those on the line– Ha! Of course it’s impossible to live on a line. Unless you are dimensionless, which I’m pretty sure you aren’t.)
- Finally, I propose we come up with a third option to use instead. Using the established theme (Madron_), the obvious think is to try one of the other vowels: i, o, u or y. All would work nicely, but in honor of Oregon, I vote for “Madrono.”
Astute readers will notice that in my post, I opted to use “Madrona,” essentially choosing solution #1. It’s not that I prefer that name. It’s more that it’s what I’m used to having moved down here from the northland where the trees are unambiguously Madronas. <sigh> Life was so much simpler then.