When I am fortunate enough to take a trip to my birthplace, Austin, Texas, I always make an effort to visit two very old cemeteries, Hornsby Bend and Jones Cemetery, where my ancestors are buried.
The road to Hornsby Cemetary was long and bumpy. We had to stop halfways to the cemetary because recent rains had made a big deep gulch right smack in the middle of the road, making it necessary for us walk the rest of the way in the sizzling, humid weather.
It might sound a little morbid, but I love to walk through these cemeteries, looking at grave stones that are so aged and sometimes broken.
I find myself wondering about the people that lived many years ago, and wishing that I had known my relatives.
At Hornsby Bend we found my grandfather, who died before I was born. His marker, a cross , was broken but the words were very legible.
Both cemeteries have an entrance sign stating that it is a Mexican Cemetery. On the other side of the fence is the cemetery for Anglos and down the road is where the African-Americans were buried.
So even in death they were segregated.
Fortunately a few things have changed , and people are not separated by race or color in the burying grounds.
Now they have a choice and some do choose the Mexican Cemetery because their families are buried there.
This is where we usually go to spend some time while camping, it’s called Dinkey Creek. It’s been my favorite spot for many years and my family shares my love for it.
I love the picture because of the reflection of the sky in the water.
The water was very cold but that didn’t stop us from getting in.
Standing on a bridge that runs over the creek I took this picture of the grandkids enjoying the icy water.
One of the favorite attractions at Dinkey Creek is the natural rock slide that kids as well as adults love sliding down into the clear water at the bottom.
I can’t wait till next summer!
When our cousins drove us through the University of Texas we passed by this beautiful mansion. We asked her to stop so we could take some pictures.
It belonged to a prominent citizen of Austin, George Littlefield who bequeathed it to the university.
Unfortunately it is not open to the public, but is used by the university for different functions.
As we continued to take our pictures two workers were passing by and mentioned that it is known to be a haunted mansion.
When visiting Washington D.C. three years ago we managed to see all the war memorials.
I thought the most striking was the Korean War Memorial. The statues of the men, which are a little larger than life size, are walking through a field and the scene looks very realistic.
Looking at all the memorials makes you think of all the brave men and women that serve and sacrifice their lives for all of us that go about living our carefree lives without really knowing their thoughts and feelings as they go to war.
I’m so glad I saw all of the memorials. especially the Vietnam War Memorial since that took place during my era where many friends and relatives served and some died.
It was quite the experience and a good reminder of how fortunate we are to have and have had all those soldiers defending our country.