I hope the joke re' naming of Native Americans dies off some day.

I LOVE cemeteries as do my children. My earliest memories include a yearly trek to the one in Colorado where my great-grandparents and grandparents, plus mom, aunts and uncles, are buried: Highland Cemetery in New Castle, CO...similar to the one BillD mentioned in Central City. That gate is no longer usable, though. The cemetery is up on a high hill which one reaches by a winding road which used to go past fields of alfalfa and grazing cattle. Now, they have bought up the land around it, carved out the hill on the south and west sides so that there are huge drop-offs and one must drive through a glorified golf course which has a path through the cemetery in order to get to the cemetery. We "old-timers" hate it, but at least it is still there and so will I be some day when my family take my ashes up there.

When I find them, I will also post a couple of pix from our fav. cemeteries in Stonington and Mystic, CT. SO many intriguing and sad headstones there. Plus I've told the story before of the one in CT which has my daughter's first name, an unusual name common in old times in New England on it. The place had an unwelcome feeling to it and each time I tried to take her picture standing near the stone, the film was blank. All other pix of the day turned out. I think it was our third or fourth trip there, we were finally "allowed" to get a picture with her in it next to the stone of "******* Good Wife of etc."

Doc Holiday is buried in Glenwood Springs, where my brother and sister were born, just up the road from Highland Cemetery.

I love cemeteries!