Monday, May 26, 2008


A grave had been dug up and an animal had been a little too ambitious - not a pleasant sight.
Visiting the old crypt - you can only see through the bullet holes in the door.
Grandma Taylor's three baby boys' graves
Decorating Grandpa Taylor's grave
Fields and fields of wildflowers
The view from our picnic spot


After spending several hours Friday night hunting for stocks in an old mine (to see if we were rich - haha), the kids decided we needed to visit Eureka for Memorial Day. We hadn't been out for quite a few years and that time had been at night in the dark. We told Ali the sad love story of Verna and Earl Watkins and about Grandpa Taylor and his connections to the mines in the area. I dug out old photos and letters and maps before we went to make it all a little more personal this time. We all drove out together. We drove around Eureka, explored the old cemetary where we found the three babies' graves and left flowers, hunted for Silver City and checked out Mammoth. We followed a dirt road who knows where and watched all the sheep with their babies. We found a nice open area overlooking Utah Lake and Mount Timpanogos where we had an old fashioned tail gate picnic. Reminded us of Grandma Thorne and her picnics and stories. We followed the dirt road back to the highway and stopped at the "Sand Castles" as we used to call them. They are all gated off with no trespassing signs so we couldn't hunt for bullfrogs - DARN! Camden loved running all over the place and was quite fascinated with the deer and lambs we saw. I'm sure we bored Ali but she's a good sport. We sure missed Cris and her gang and know she will miss us when she sees these pictures. I'm sure it will bring back great (and some funny - like burying Uncle Don's ashes) memories. It was a great day!

1 Comments:

Blogger BEESTON said...

OH, this does make me sad to see these pics. That is the worse thing about being away and just missing the fun quirky things we do as a family. This is one of them. I have such fond memories of Eureka and hearing all the good old stories. The cemetary looks just the same, huntin' for bullfogs in the ponds... etc. Oh I wish so badly that I couldn't have been there! FUN FUN.

May 26, 2008 at 6:45 PM  

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