"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Songs of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in 150 countries.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Somber Sunday

My trip back in time and memories on Mother's Day meets lots of ghosts but not in the cemeteries. But after visiting four cemeteries in two days, I have much to think about, before I write.

Mom's grave on the hill west of Waurika, Oklahoma
Dad's grave at Fairlawn cemetery, next to his father's grave, Erle Thweatt Clark;
Dad's inscription says "His spirit lives in his paintings."

From left, Dad's grave, Erle's grave, and then my great grandparents, Mary Unit Watts and Batte Peterson Clark

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