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February 11, 2015

In working with the cemetery records and obituaries, I’ve found quite a few names which were left off the cemetery list.  Some of those include tombstones for people who aren’t actually buried in the cemetery, and those seem to be more common now that more people are cremated; a family might choose to scatter ashes on a favorite mountain, but they still place a tombstone in the cemetery.

Other memorials are more obvious. There are memorials erected by organizations, such as the tree planted by the A.F.& A.M. (Click on the photos to see the original on Flickr).

AF & AM memorial tree

Or the flagpole erected by the American Legion to honor veterans.

American Legion Memorial

Sometimes memorials are dedicated to individuals, such as this memorial to George Ellery Brosius.

Brosius, George Ellery

“In memory of”
2ND LT George Ellery Brosius
Born Sept. 17, 1922

I’ve always been grateful that they erected that memorial to George so that every visitor to the cemetery can remember him.

Clarence Owen

February 9, 2015

In our cemetery, if you have a tiny sticker on your tombstone, it indicates that you’re a veteran.  On Memorial Day, the local American Legion group decorates every grave with a sticker.  What if you lack a tombstone, or your sticker wears off? You don’t get a flag.

Lisa, a woman in a nearby town is on a mission to get tombstones for the graves of any veteran in our county who doesn’t have a marker, so I set about getting her a list of unmarked veterans’ graves in our cemetery.  Over a decade ago, the Colorado State Archives had a list of veterans’ grave registrations which I’d use to compile a list for our local American Legion group when they wanted to decorate veterans’ graves.  But that list was no longer on the website, so I resorted to the Wayback Machine to retrieve the list.  Since I subsribe to Fold3, I can easily access documents related to veterans, but I had trouble finding information on Clarence Owen, partly because the cemetery records lacked a birthdate, and the list of vets didn’t say what war he served in.

Is he the Clarence Owen who served in Company E of the 14th Regiment, US Infantry (Regular Army) during the Civil War?  It’s possible, because other Civil War soldiers in our cemetery lived into the 1930s.  I scoured the local newspaper for information, but didn’t find an obituary.  Mesa County Public Library has their obituary index online, and they listed two notices for Clarence, one in May, one in September.  Last week, I finally made it down to the library to check the notices.  The first one mentioned that he’d died, and they thought he had a couple of sisters, one living in Gunnison.  The second one said they’d been unable to contact any relatives, and so they’d buried him.

This summer, Bill unearthed his temporary marker.  I’ll keep trying to find out more about Clarence, but it’s possible that this is the only marker he’ll ever have.

Owen, Clarence

On the impossibility of accurately describing who is in the cemetery

February 8, 2015

Rose Hill Cemetery has a potter’s field, a charity area where purple asters and other wildflowers grow amid tall grasses, rabbitbrush, and lilies someone planted long ago. Some of the graves are marked with tombstones, but most are unmarked, or marked with twisted metal markers which have no names. In the late 1990s, I asked Orval Sowder, my town’s former mortician, if he knew who was buried there, and he said that if someone kept records, he had been unable to find them.  The people buried there are largely unknown and unknowable.

In the many decades before DNA testing was available, bodies were found, buried, and forgotten because there was no way to identify them.  Thus, in the July 30, 1909 edition of the Rifle Reveille, there’s an article entitled Dead Man Found on a Sand Drift:

J.J. Saites, a colored man employed on the section gang found the body of a dead man on a sand bar in the middle of the Grand [now Colorado] River one half mile below Rifle Thursday morning about 11 o’clock.  While fishing on the south bank of the river Saites noticed something that resembled a human foot on a sandbar.  He crossed the small channel of the river and discovered the body lying face up in the edge of the water…The body was that of a young man about 30 years old and weighing perhaps 135 pounds.  He was about 5 feet four inches in height.  There being no clothing on the body it is supposed that he drowned while swimming…

In the graphic detail typical of the time, the article describes the body:  [It] was in a bad state of decomposition, and evidently had been there for a week as the skin was badly burned by the sun and the hair had nearly all fallen off the scalp. Identification is probably impossible on account of the sunken and decomposed condition of the face.

They added that the body was buried at the cemetery.

When I read articles like that, I want to say, “Hey, keep a sample of his hair and maybe we can figure out who he’s related to in a hundred years.”  However, these were people who didn’t even keep accurate records. They seemed to think they’d live forever, so no one would need an accurate map of who was buried in the charity section.  I know that in geological terms, it doesn’t matter, but when I read a story like that, it matters to me because I want to know where he ended up.  After all, I’m human, and humans are irrational.

A new focus for this blog

February 6, 2015

While I find Colorado history fascinating, I also find it difficult to blog about, in part because of a dearth of copyright-free images.  During the summer of 2014, I photographed the cemetery in my hometown of Rifle, Colorado, and since then I’ve been using free sources (e.g., census records, marriage records, and copyright-free newspapers) to learn more about the people buried in my hometown.  I hope that at the very least any readers will find these stories as interesting as I have.  I suppose that I also like the idea of inspiring others to do the same with their local cemeteries.  Who are the people buried in our hometowns?  What did they die from? What did they do when they were alive?  The Utes were removed from this part of Colorado after the Meeker Massacre in September, 1879 and the first settler, Abram Maxfield, arrived here in 1883.  This gives me a finite number of years to research, and yet there are so many stories.  Today I begin the process of sharing those stories with you.

The closing of Granada

October 15, 2011

The National Archives “Today’s Document” shows a photo from the closing of Colorado’s Granada Relocation Center on October 15th, 1945.

I’ve noticed that one reason I so seldom post to this blog is because it takes awhile to do the research that backs up an entry.  So today, I’ll just leave you with some pertinent links about Granada.

Governor Ralph Carr is profiled by the Colorado State Archives, which includes this quotation:  One of the few voices of reason during wartime was Governor Carr, who continued to treat the Japanese-Americans with respect and sought to help them keep their American citizenship. He sacrificed his political career to bravely confront the often dark side of human nature. “If you harm them, you must harm me. I was brought up in a small town where I knew the shame and dishonor of race hatred. I grew to despise it because it threatened the happiness of you and you and you.”  

The book to read about Governor Carr is The Principled Politican by Adam Schrager which I own, but have yet to read.   An indication of his reputation in modern-day Colorado is a building project named after him, the Ralph Carr Colorado Judicial Center Building, which you can learn more about here.


An interesting blog post about recent archaeological finds is here.  That article includes a link to the Amache Preservation Society, which includes some primary source documents.

The Colorado Archives has information about the camp itself here and links for more information here.  The National Archives has an “exhibition” about the camp here.  You can find photographs like the one that illustrates this blog post by searching in Flickr: The Commons.

Christmas at Granada 1943



Christo and Jeanne-Claude’s Colorado Curtain

May 19, 2011

Christo and his wife Jean-Claude (along with their 13-year-old-son) lived in the trashiest apartments in Rifle for most of the two years it took them to hang the Valley Curtain across Rifle Gap.  The apartments are still trashy and still lived in, though not by world-famous artists.

Orange Curtain flapping in the breeze

I read a lot of negative things about Christo’s proposal to drape the Arkansas River Valley, but even though we knew he was eccentric, if not crazy, to hang a curtain near Rifle, it was a unique experience for those of us who lived here then.  Since part of my story about the curtain is something I only tell close friends, maybe I’ll write it and let someone post it for me posthumously (which means it could appear in several decades).

Yes, it was a strange project.  But yes, it was also strangely beautiful.  We were lucky that he chose our valley.  If you want to know what it felt like to live in Rifle then, check out the movie The Dish.  Our town was a lot like that town.

Valley Curtain

Mrs. Murphy freezes to death in a ditch

May 8, 2011

Occasionally, you run across a story that sticks with you.  I’m not sure why I thought of Mrs. Murphy today; perhaps it’s because she was a mother and it’s almost Mother’s Day.   I read about her over a decade ago, but I’m not even sure which decade she died, although it seems as though it happened before 1900.   The story is something like this:

Mrs. Murphy was found frozen to death in a ditch.  She’d last been seen alive staggering out of one of the local saloons, and perhaps in her drunken state, when she fell in the ditch, she was unable to get out and too drunk to know the difference, and so she fell asleep and died.    She was married to Patrick Murphy, a miner, had five children, and was to be buried in Carbondale’s Marion Cemetery

Who knows which of those details are accurate?  I certainly don’t.  I wasn’t searching for Mrs. Murphy when I read the paper on microfilm–it was chance that led me to read her story.

I’ve searched for the story again in Colorado’s online newspapers, but without success.  Why do I remember the story?  It’s the details.  She was falling-down drunk, but no one took care to see that she made it safely home.  She had five children, but she’d left them alone while she went to the saloon.   Also, the article didn’t bother to mention her name.  It wasn’t Mrs. Bertha Murphy or Mrs. Margaret Murphy–she was only Mrs. Patrick Murphy–just a drunk, dead, first-nameless, negligent mother found frozen in a ditch, apparently buried in an unmarked grave.

Happy Mother’s Day.


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