I've known about this place for years and years. Image Creators know about places like this. Yet, while retaining the info in a back-room file in my brain, somehow, I just never got there. Until last week, that is to say. That place is Dallas' Oakland Cemetery.
Since childhood, I have played around and in old cemeteries. They do not frighten me like some. I've always respected them as a place of hallowed ground. Call that religious or call it what you will. To me, respecting the dead is still respect, which I find today is quickly becoming a lost art. Once in a while, I still see someone pull over to the side of the road when a funeral procession passes. Hats come off and all the old guard rules come into play. The younger generations today for the most part have not a clue what I am talking about. Yet, I respect their music, there body art, their piercings, their hair wear and I wonder why is it so lopsided? There is an answer. That answer is well known. However, today, it has become a movement which started in the 1970s by a woman who's grandparents house I passed almost every day going to work for a number of years. Today, she runs a little magazine. Her most famous speech came in Philadelphia when she proclaimed from the dais that "We Do Not Need Men" at the National Organization for Women (NOW) annual meeting.
Well, the tides are turning, sort of. Grand kids are talking to their grandparents once again about the wars that they served in as young me. And yesterday, an article appeared in a London newspaper that Japanese young men have proclaimed that they do not need women. Funny, because yesterday I had just posted that mom had always taught that everything in life is a trade off. And, she never payed much attention to people who rallied women to action. Especially, the one behind the dais in Philly. She always told me that she was a traitor to her own sex. And, she was. She grew up around men who were bankers, lawyers, doctors, pharmacist, ball players, powerful men of the cloth and she fit in. I always found that funny because she was so ahead of her time in real time and as a woman. She could close a deal as well as any banker and they all knew it. They didn't tangle with her either. They respected her. So to her the Japanese young men make such a proclamation would have evoked from here that old,"see, I told you so" and I cracked out loud! And the movement is gaining steam. Paybacks can be a b***h.
Yet, I am for equality in every arena. It's always been more about the person, not the event, nor the cause that ruffled my feathers. Or moms, for that matter. There are some pretty mean women out there today. A couple of years ago a woman wrote a book about power grabbers and those that want to hold the power. There is so much smoke still in the air from running their wheels against the pavement that the real cause that women fight for is obscured by the smoke generated from those bloats.
So while walking the 50 acres at Oakland, I stop to read headstones. These are the "Dead Sea Scrolls" of our past. One can get a meter reading of what it was like in a few short years here and there and when you put it all together, that cemetery is like a history book from the day it opened its first grave right up until it's last burial, which in this case is still going on today.
What struck me so is most of the headstones are 'average' there are a lot of the big 'ole monuments that I am accustom to seeing in places that have old and big and beautiful settings that are unusual, corporate founders and those that help powerful stations in life. Detroit, Chicago, Pittsburg,Louisville, Cincinnati, Toledo has two: Woodland and Forest, that are noted for their cemeteries. One Ohio cemetery has a stone pyramid. And I don't mean a little one. It's massive. I've been inside the private mausoleums of several industrial giants, too. Cars, automotive after markets, Attorneys of Corporations, Board of Directors, Sometimes, the list even surprises me.
Sometimes as guest. Sometimes by invitation.Every thing from 24-crypts to a single crypt in the floor and no wall crypts.
In the cemeteries greatness, they all held remain of Americans Movers and Shakers and a whole lot of us common folk. These places are headlined in men's names and the women are beside their men, as the should. Cemeteries also practiced this in burials, the old tradition of "as they stood in marriage". That meaning that there is a proper side for the woman to be buried next to her husband. As They Stand In Marriage Forget about all the other garbage on the web. This is this most accurate explanation out there.
So, Oakland is overgrown. It is old. There are not any good roads in there. However, if you want to see large old mausoleums like those of industry giants, or names of Dallas' City streets on headstones that actually were people before they were streets, or old architectural statuary that is nearly as old as the cemetery itself, with lichenometry, the age can be determined. Lichens live on air and only attach to trees, stone, or rock formations while it grows.
My first trip was interesting for the history. It was a walk back in time. It forms a closer connection to the people and ways of the past that enable one to grow as they live now and into the future. I will be going back again.
Since childhood, I have played around and in old cemeteries. They do not frighten me like some. I've always respected them as a place of hallowed ground. Call that religious or call it what you will. To me, respecting the dead is still respect, which I find today is quickly becoming a lost art. Once in a while, I still see someone pull over to the side of the road when a funeral procession passes. Hats come off and all the old guard rules come into play. The younger generations today for the most part have not a clue what I am talking about. Yet, I respect their music, there body art, their piercings, their hair wear and I wonder why is it so lopsided? There is an answer. That answer is well known. However, today, it has become a movement which started in the 1970s by a woman who's grandparents house I passed almost every day going to work for a number of years. Today, she runs a little magazine. Her most famous speech came in Philadelphia when she proclaimed from the dais that "We Do Not Need Men" at the National Organization for Women (NOW) annual meeting.
Well, the tides are turning, sort of. Grand kids are talking to their grandparents once again about the wars that they served in as young me. And yesterday, an article appeared in a London newspaper that Japanese young men have proclaimed that they do not need women. Funny, because yesterday I had just posted that mom had always taught that everything in life is a trade off. And, she never payed much attention to people who rallied women to action. Especially, the one behind the dais in Philly. She always told me that she was a traitor to her own sex. And, she was. She grew up around men who were bankers, lawyers, doctors, pharmacist, ball players, powerful men of the cloth and she fit in. I always found that funny because she was so ahead of her time in real time and as a woman. She could close a deal as well as any banker and they all knew it. They didn't tangle with her either. They respected her. So to her the Japanese young men make such a proclamation would have evoked from here that old,"see, I told you so" and I cracked out loud! And the movement is gaining steam. Paybacks can be a b***h.
Yet, I am for equality in every arena. It's always been more about the person, not the event, nor the cause that ruffled my feathers. Or moms, for that matter. There are some pretty mean women out there today. A couple of years ago a woman wrote a book about power grabbers and those that want to hold the power. There is so much smoke still in the air from running their wheels against the pavement that the real cause that women fight for is obscured by the smoke generated from those bloats.
So while walking the 50 acres at Oakland, I stop to read headstones. These are the "Dead Sea Scrolls" of our past. One can get a meter reading of what it was like in a few short years here and there and when you put it all together, that cemetery is like a history book from the day it opened its first grave right up until it's last burial, which in this case is still going on today.
What struck me so is most of the headstones are 'average' there are a lot of the big 'ole monuments that I am accustom to seeing in places that have old and big and beautiful settings that are unusual, corporate founders and those that help powerful stations in life. Detroit, Chicago, Pittsburg,Louisville, Cincinnati, Toledo has two: Woodland and Forest, that are noted for their cemeteries. One Ohio cemetery has a stone pyramid. And I don't mean a little one. It's massive. I've been inside the private mausoleums of several industrial giants, too. Cars, automotive after markets, Attorneys of Corporations, Board of Directors, Sometimes, the list even surprises me.
Sometimes as guest. Sometimes by invitation.Every thing from 24-crypts to a single crypt in the floor and no wall crypts.
In the cemeteries greatness, they all held remain of Americans Movers and Shakers and a whole lot of us common folk. These places are headlined in men's names and the women are beside their men, as the should. Cemeteries also practiced this in burials, the old tradition of "as they stood in marriage". That meaning that there is a proper side for the woman to be buried next to her husband. As They Stand In Marriage Forget about all the other garbage on the web. This is this most accurate explanation out there.
So, Oakland is overgrown. It is old. There are not any good roads in there. However, if you want to see large old mausoleums like those of industry giants, or names of Dallas' City streets on headstones that actually were people before they were streets, or old architectural statuary that is nearly as old as the cemetery itself, with lichenometry, the age can be determined. Lichens live on air and only attach to trees, stone, or rock formations while it grows.
My first trip was interesting for the history. It was a walk back in time. It forms a closer connection to the people and ways of the past that enable one to grow as they live now and into the future. I will be going back again.
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| The Capital Element of Architecture |
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| Lichens grow on air, they only attach to a place where they can get that air. |
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