This wasn’t the most well-kept cemetery I’ve seen. A guy was mowing while I was there, and it looked like a cut hay field behind his mower. I wonder if they’ve ever heard of weed trimmers? The grass was so high around all of the headstones. Perhaps they are on a monthly mowing schedule.
For a little more information on Chief Bemidji, including a photo of him with his family, click here: Chief Bemidji and his family, Bemidji, Minnesota
Virgil T. Morant said:
I’m glad that this post got me to reading the poem Under Ben Bulben by Yeats.
And when I read that in particular, I thought, why not stop back and quote it in a comment on the blog of the grave-digger’s daughter? 🙂
That’s perfect! You don’t come across many poems that mention gravediggers!
LIsa Simons said:
You’re up North! Yea!