This was the most heartrending tombstone that I saw yesterday. It appears that Roger H died at birth, Roger B was born on the Fourth of July and died on Christmas day of the same year and poor little Mazie only lived to be 11. I can't imagine how a family deals with losing three children in nine years.
This old Tombstone school building is for sale. Maybe I should buy it and start a school for boondocker's. I could teach perspective boondocker's how to enjoy living with a limited water supply, a toilet that overflows after a certain number of flushes, electricity that only works a few hours a day, and a family of Weasels living under your bed.