Many years ago I was visiting the Mt. Olivet Cemetery in my home
town of Terra Linda with two of my friends. Shortly after paying
respects to my father who had been laid to rest there some 15 years
earlier, three of us walked about admiring the crypts and tombs in
the moonlight. Oh.. Did I mention that it was about 2:00 AM?
Well... to make a long story short, my two friends just happened to
be aspiring singers! Well, I really did not know just how good the
were in song so they decided to show me. The began an incredible
harmonic "Don't try suicide" by Queen. Needless to say, I was blown
away! As I stood there with my jaw somewhere near my belt line we
heard a rather peculiar sound from the tree area below...
Apparently a (mall) security guard from Northgate was not
exactly where he should have been at 2:00 AM and was startled awake
by the singing - And he he must not have been very comfortable with
the singing emanating and reverberating from the crypts above where
he was trying to take a nap and he took off in QUITE the hurry!!!
Well, true story and all, this really has very little to do with a
cache in a similar cemetery so far to the north but it had me
thinking. This is not an ALR cache as they are no longer permitted
but...
Why not share a little Cemetery story with us in your logs. Be
it comical, serious, or even just a fond or fearful memory, we'd
all love to hear about it!
You will be looking for a Decon at ground level nowhere near a
grave in this nice quiet little corner of Mt. Olive.
There are no posted hours but use your good sense to visit at a
time where you can enjoy all of the sights (and sounds) of this
peaceful place.
By the way, the main gates are always closed. You access the
cemetery another 200 feet to the SW of the main gate.
Good luck and be safe!
Favorite log so far:
June 25 by mytachem (3081 found) After arriving in kilt et al to
pipe at a graveside service for someone I didn't know, I noticed
the vault ready to be placed in the grave by several nearby workers
and also some on-lookers standing, waiting for the service. I began
to play my soul out : "Going Home", "Flowers of the Forest",
"Amazing Grace". I felt I had provided a wonderful send-off. I paid
my respects and slowly walked away. Then I heard a nearby on-looker
turn to another and say, "Well, I've been putting in septic tanks
for 30 years, and I've never seen anything like this before!"