It
speaks of lives, present and past
Lived
around the mills.
One
white gate, to show the way
Two
graves for the couple, she tried to stray
Three
graves for the sisters, who played with death
Four
graves for the Finches, some never took breath
Five
silk flowers of white, blue, and pink
Six
wooden places to sit and think
Nine
cottonwoods tall and straight
Ten
plank steps to cross the creek
Eleven
miles up the canyons and peaks
Twelve
visitors leave their tag
Thirteen
stripes on a makeshift flag
Fourteen
hands with fourteen blisters
Fifteen
trees for fifteen sisters
A
pair of pines at the gate
A
town forgotten, a history unwritten
Now
the gaps, only remembrance fills
In
a secret garden hidden in the hills.
[The Atwood and Williams families have tended this cemetery for almost 100 years. George Atwood especially, organized and motivated the family for many years before his death to tend the family plot. His widow, Christie Atwood, knew every grave and every story. When I called the number on the information sheet they had posted, I expected to talk to George, but I listened in awe to Christie Atwood instead, as she told me of the scarlet fever epidemic which was brought by a woman and her child fleeing Colorado. They played with the Finch children while they were in town. All three girls died within a day of each other. She told me of the jealous husband, Paris Ballard, who shot his wife when she tried to leave. They were buried here too. She told me of a tree and marker planted for each of the fifteen Atwood sisters. She told me of the welder who built the white arch for them and their
efforts to build a retaining wall to guard against
flooding. She told me that when George died, they planted a tree by the front gate for him.
I know it's not family history for most of us, but thanks for sharing it with us transplants. Maybe we can start putting down roots.]
You can find Mill Fork Cemetery on Highway 6 about 11 miles past the turnoff for Thistle and Fairview.
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