Against my better judgment, I visited Benicia City Cemetery today. Don't get me wrong- it's a nice little cemetery. It's just very steep in places, and I'm suffering from a sprained ankle. We're expecting another storm tomorrow, and I thought it best to beat the rain. Wet or dry, bring your hiking shoes to this place!
Every stone seemed to have a symbol. Gravestone symbols are not my expertise.
This one caught my eye because I do know the Freemasons mark.
This grave marker made me feel very sad.
I'll research this family and get back to you on who they were.*
I counted six little headstones in this family plot.
This family experienced a great loss.
Even stone does not last forever.
*Well, I didn't do too well on the Vickers family. I know that the father, Michael Vickers, died in 1893 and that his wife Annie (nee O'brien) probably died earlier. I'll have to make a return trip to the cemetery to see if I can uncover any more Vickers buried there.
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