On Saturday, Mark and I went in search of Grandma and Grandpa Hilson.  Mark recalls that he was at each of their interments, but I knew I was not.  The internet can turn up all kinds of information, including your current address, dead or alive!  Once we found Forest View Cemetery in Forest Grove, Mark knew which mausoleum they were in.

That’s them in the top row, with the flag.  The view from there is magnificent, from the edge of the urban growth boundary.

It’s beautiful little cemetery.  Graves from the mid 1800s, right up to 2018.

Except for the dates on the stones, these places are pretty timeless.  And the fact that milk cartons full of flowers aren’t necessarily cartons from cow’s milk!