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BY WAYNE F. BALDWIN
Rappahannock News
Contributing Writer
Well, maybe not quite the appropriate title yet, in a sense it is. On Saturday morning, April 24, I picked up my Mom and Dad and drove to Old Hollow where we met up with Mom’s aunt, Alice Pullen Beahm.
We then drove up to the old Pullen place on Pickerel Ridge, our goal, to clean the family cemetery.
To our surprise it wasn’t in too bad a shape. A weed eater and some long handled loppers were all that was needed. The biggest nuisance here are the “adam and eve” or yucca plants that seem to thrive atop this mountain. Constant yearly cutting or pulling has not eradicated them, so we plan a herbicide attack next trip.
To our dismay we are finding that with the passing years, the dead are more and more forgotten in these lonely family burial spots. Each generation has given up to the fad of turning to the Memory Gardens and places of perpetual care.
Quite an interesting thing when one also notes that practically the same thing is done with our dear ones when they become too troublesome for us to take care of. Those who spent their lives on and for us are soon forgotten.
Those cemeteries that now lay with Shenandoah National Park, in another 20 years or so will be unrecognizable, let alone visible, unless there’s someone still around who is familiar with them. This is the reason one can appreciate the effort being made by the Rappahannock Historical Society to document, record
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