Eat, Sleep, and Jeep... or so some say. The Bossman and I haven't quite reached that point yet, but we do enjoy an occasional Sunday afternoon drive...Jeepin' of course.
On this trip, we parked the Jeep and hiked up a steep wooded hillside to reach my Great-Great-Great- Grandfather's grave. I hadn't visited his grave since I was six or seven years old, and only had a vague remembrance of how to reach it. His grave is the only marked grave in an old family burial plot, others having been marked with only field stones, which, if still there, have become buried with the passing of time. According to the inscription on the tombstone, Great-Great-Great-Grandpa Henry was born December 10, 1824 and died January 27, 1884 when he was 59 yrs. 1 mo. 17 days old. His epitaph reads, "Gone but not forgotten."
Records show that he fought in the Mexican-American War in 1846, and may have received a land grant for the lands where he lived and died, and where he now rests on a lonely hillside. Part of that land has been passed down from generation to generation, our grandchildren being the eighth generation. He later fought in the Civil War in which he was wounded and taken prisoner until his release in 1865. "Gone but not forgotten"...No, I think not!