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The Saddest Place in the World

So today I took a lot of pictures.

I hadn't meant to finally stop at the sad, neglected little potter's field today; I've been meaning to do so for many years, since I started driving past it every day, but just haven't. About a year or so ago, they opened a new apartment complex that had been built right up next to it, and a few weeks ago (as posted here), I got this opening line in my head: His apartment looked out over the graveyard.

But today as I was driving by, I saw the eagle spiraling around the Butte again (as I had yesterday), and I pulled over to see if I could catch a shot of him. HE disappeared, but there I was. So...

This shot was taken about halfway through, past all the simple ID discs set in the gravel to show where the graves are -- from this point, there are actual stones, largely with nothing but a name and date of death (if they were lucky), and possibly their age:

This desolate potter's field was opened some time in the early 50's, and closed to new burials in 1992. An equally sad story about same.

This may be the "Jane Doe" referred to in the article... that's a broken statue of St. Francis beside her, and someone's broke cell phone.

Someone cared enough to outline the grave here, but the headstone has fallen in and I couldn't see the name:

Danny's third-floor apartment balcony, looking out over this:


For some reason, this one really got me:

This afternoon Silhouette won't eat -- at all. Even sour cream or chicken skin. He's crouched on the rug not making any noise (an improvement from being curled up on the bathroom rug in the dark). I'm worried about him. I know I won't have him around much longer, but being faced with the inevitable is deeply worrying. He briefly came to ASK for food, but wouldn't eat anything once given to him (even when he did his usual beg at the table, it was very lackadaisical).

And I don't feel very good, anyway. I did work out this morning, but not to what I have been; I hope I'm not coming down with something.



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Sep. 3rd, 2010 04:14 am (UTC)
I will do so. His eyes are still clear and bright and he was purring when I was petting him, so I'm hoping -- but he IS nearly 20, and I just know it could happen any day now. I really would like for him to pass away quietly here at home so I can bury him next to Kojiki (who died back in 2001), but I don't want him to suffer any, either...

I took a lot of pictures. It's an astounding place -- sad and deserted and yet the city is wrapped tightly around it. I've never seen a flag waving on the flagpole, and only once seen a city truck parked there.

Thanks! I should go to bed -- some sleep might help!
Sep. 3rd, 2010 04:01 am (UTC)
Oh, that story made me cry. (As did the one about the young couple with no money and the husband has a brain tumor.) And the pictures, so bleak and sad... And I agree with you about the music professor. He's not an unknown, once he was a middle-class someone, and yet he ended up alone and unloved. I think maybe I think, If it happened to him, it could happen to me or something.

ETA that you have my sympathies for Silhouette. It's always so hard as the days wind down. ::hugs::

Edited at 2010-09-03 04:03 am (UTC)
Sep. 3rd, 2010 04:17 am (UTC)
Maybe that was it about the music professor -- someone cared enough to have that stone made for him, with his picture and everything, and yet... there he was. In a place for the unclaimed, unloved, and unknowns.

The baby section was in the shade, but very sad looking, all those broken and sunbleached toys -- and the rows upon rows of plain stones with name and date of death... who were these people? How did they end up here? Some of these people were loved, maybe their families just couldn't afford a burial. There were old vases, flowers, crosses... all so very desolate.

Thanks on Silly. Like I said to QoA above, I kind of would like for him to pass away quietly at home, but I don't want him suffering, either. *fret*
Sep. 3rd, 2010 12:10 pm (UTC)
That cemetery is sad indeed.

Hugs to you, and good thoughts for Silhouette too.
Sep. 3rd, 2010 12:57 pm (UTC)

*hugs* and happy Friday!
Sep. 3rd, 2010 03:26 pm (UTC)
The saddest cemetery... (no church, right?)
Sep. 4th, 2010 02:26 am (UTC)
No church. Plain chain-link on west side, with an irrigation ditch and then the freeway; the Tempe Butte, a broken gate with a utilitarian sign reading "Twin Buttes Cemetery - Facilities Management Department - Maricopa County" in front, and then the apartments and offices on the other sides.

Sep. 3rd, 2010 09:55 pm (UTC)
really sorry to hear about SIlhouette.

that is a sad graveyard especially the professor who obviously died poor and alone (which bothers me for reasons I'm sure you can guess at)
Sep. 4th, 2010 02:35 am (UTC)
Well, he's been with us a very long time -- longer than any cat I've ever had before -- and he's had a pretty good life, really. And of course, at the moment, he's just being his own annoying self.

But someone knew -- someone wanted to commemorate him, even if it was too little, too late. "Gravestones cheer the living, they're no use to the dead."
Sep. 4th, 2010 02:48 am (UTC)
yes, my oldest cat (20) got hard to watch in the end though, poor thing

yes someone did. wonders if i can find the haunted potters field over the holiday
Sep. 4th, 2010 03:06 am (UTC)

There's a pioneer cemetery somewhere in north Scottsdale; I drove past it once when I was getting lost trying to find somewhere else, and I didn't have time to stop and look at it.
Sep. 4th, 2010 03:33 am (UTC)
that would be interesting to see
Sep. 7th, 2010 03:27 am (UTC)
I loathe flat tombstones. I know they make it easy on lawnmowers, but that's not the point of a cemetery, is it? Flat tombstones look like mail slots for the dead. Too dreary.
Sep. 7th, 2010 03:32 am (UTC)
I doubt that mowing was much of a concern here...

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