Good Morning Gentle Readers,
In the first instance, this was tagged onto the post about Tombstone Red. It seemed like a nice segue at the time but TWC peeled it off to stand by itself instead. Mrs TWC thought it was just right the way it was. So did Chuck D.
One of Tombstone's legendary gunfighters was Doc Holliday. Those who've seen the movie know he succumbed to consumption rather than some desperado's six gun. Doc is buried somewhere in the old cemetery at Glenwood Springs Colorado, though, as it turns out, nobody knows quite where. If memory serves, Doc was buried on the second day the new cemetery was open for business.
It ain't no mean feat hiking the red-mud, overgrown trail to the graveyard in the oxygen depleted mountain air. Sort of gives a bit of perspective to being a pall bearer. Least ways that was what I was thinking until I realized that we were hiking what was once a road and the pall bearin' wouldn't have occurred until the horse drawn hearse had reached the summit. You'd think the city would take better care of the old timer's cemetery but apparently there are more pressing priorities.
In the first instance, this was tagged onto the post about Tombstone Red. It seemed like a nice segue at the time but TWC peeled it off to stand by itself instead. Mrs TWC thought it was just right the way it was. So did Chuck D.
One of Tombstone's legendary gunfighters was Doc Holliday. Those who've seen the movie know he succumbed to consumption rather than some desperado's six gun. Doc is buried somewhere in the old cemetery at Glenwood Springs Colorado, though, as it turns out, nobody knows quite where. If memory serves, Doc was buried on the second day the new cemetery was open for business.
It ain't no mean feat hiking the red-mud, overgrown trail to the graveyard in the oxygen depleted mountain air. Sort of gives a bit of perspective to being a pall bearer. Least ways that was what I was thinking until I realized that we were hiking what was once a road and the pall bearin' wouldn't have occurred until the horse drawn hearse had reached the summit. You'd think the city would take better care of the old timer's cemetery but apparently there are more pressing priorities.
After he got his breath and such, The Boy was pretty excited. I asked him if he'd texted his friends with the news de jour, hey, we're at Doc Holliday's grave site. His response surprised me.
Dad, my friends don't know who Doc Holliday is. Most of them don't know about Tombstone or Wyatt Earp either. I think Jared might have seen the movie, though.
Boy, we knew about all those guys. Fought over who got to be which one in our make believe frontier world. Never thought much of Bat Masterson though. Ain't no derringer totin' lawman worth his salt that wears a derby hat. Prolly a dang Canadian, if the truth be known. And, of course, all the greatest cowboys had dark hair, a fact that wasn't lost on the young towheaded TWC. Didn't realize that was an illusion common to black and white photos. Should have been obvious given Ma's appearance in her wedding photo as a brunette. Wasted all that angst pining for dark hair until years later when it was revealed that Wyatt Earp was a blond haired, blue eyed gunfghter. Wish somebody'd filled me in.
The Glenwood Springs Pioneer Cemetery is right out of your favorite horror thriller and we stayed on, absorbing long lost inscripted sorrows, until the spattering rain made its appearance. Chilly rain in late June. Odd enough for us California folk.
Cemetery pics here.
As Ever,
TWC
The Glenwood Springs Pioneer Cemetery is right out of your favorite horror thriller and we stayed on, absorbing long lost inscripted sorrows, until the spattering rain made its appearance. Chilly rain in late June. Odd enough for us California folk.
Cemetery pics here.
As Ever,
TWC
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