My dad, Cairo, Jonah, and I spent Memorial Day visiting some grave sites. We started with my dad's parents at Live Oak Memorial Cemetery. A flag had already been placed in front of my grandpa's headstone, but we added a nice little rose bush. We spent a few minutes explaining to Cairo and Jonah where we were and what it meant. I think Cairo has a basic understanding of death, but Jonah is still completely clueless. It was a gorgeous day and we enjoyed watching the squirrels run up and down the trees around us, much like my grandpa did when he visited my grandma after she passed away.


Next, we headed to Altadena to the Mountain View Mausoleum, where my great-grandma and grandpa Biggle and my grandpa's oldest brother Easton were laid to rest. It was a beautiful old building. The detail in the stone trim, the artwork that covered the ceiling, and marble covered floors... well, it was more like stepping into a museum than a mausoleum. My dad remembers his grandma Biggle taking him on some of her frequent trips to visit there, preparing fresh flowers in the cutting room (which hasn't changed much since that time), and placing them in the holders attached to the wall. We did the same while we were there.
Then, it was off to Inglewood in search of the Marks side of the family. After a little help, a few free cupcakes, and two free flags, we found my great grandparents Pearl and Maurice Marks (along with their son Tommy and his wife, Ynez) in the Sanctuary of Meditation, another mausoleum. Once again, the halls were covered in beautiful art work, this time stained class.
Lastly, we went to visit my mom's side of the family at Holy Cross Cemetery in Culver City. Both my Nana and my Papa's parents are buried there, along with baby Susan, my mom's older sister. While enjoying the sunshine and the nice breeze, we went to work cleaning up the gravestones and uncovering the buried vases. I got to have a visit with Great-Grandma Steis, the only great-grandma I knew. I was four when she passed away, but I can still remember how much I liked her. We used to sit together after church drinking orange juice at the kitchen table out of the little green wrinkly glasses.
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Finally found the vase... |
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We cleaned away a lot of grass, hard to tell from this angle.... |
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After- not a huge difference, but better... |
I'm glad we took some time out of our busy lives to go back and say hello to those families members that have passed... and to let them know that we are still out there thinking of them.