Yesterday - Wednesday - I walked up to the top of the hill and had a nice lunch with M&S at Mt. Hermon. Then we went to the cemetery on the back side of the chukkar beyond Kellog Church. We shouted through the locked gate for the caretaker, and he let us in after I said which grave I wanted to see. Then his daughter (or granddaughter?) who speaks very good English, along with another young man, whacked their way through the stinging nettle up to the top right-hand corner, where I knew the marker to be. We finally found the marker - for a brother, James Brookins Warner, who died as an infant in 1947 - and for my father, James Nickerson Warner, whose ashes were interred there after his death in 1975. I sprinkled a small handful of my mother's ashes on the site.
The cemetery is quite neglected - at least the older, upper part. It is all grown over with stinging nettle and many of the gravestones are broken up .. and most impossible to find in all the plant growth. More recent burials have been either on the first level (probably on top of mid-19th century graves) or below the chukkar road. The A. family had met that morning to add Bob's ashes to the family plot not too far from the gate.
We also got a good view of a Pine Marten [martes flavigula], relative of the mink, walking along the side wall of the cemetery. I think I only saw one once when I lived here as a child.
