We detoured a couple of blocks off the main road in Sherman to check out a cemetery we haven't visited before. Mrs. Paladin had spied it when she was out with some of her girlfriends in the area a couple of weeks ago. There were some pretty interesting markers and headstones in the older portion of the cemetery.
Mrs. Paladin likes mainly the angel and cherub statues. I love those too, but I also enjoy reading some of the headstones and admiring the craftsmanship and imagery on the more unusual headstones.
You see lots and lots of Woodmen of the World headstones in the cemeteries near us. I liked this one the best of the ones we saw Saturday. Its uncommon in its layout and appearance.
They did well on the details too. You can even see the crack where the hatchet is stuck in the log on top, as well as the growth rings in the log itself.
This marker looks pretty nondescript at first glance.
You might pass the marker by without a second glance if there wasn't a small historical marker nearby that tells the story of the life of the woman at rest beneath this stone.
You see, this headstone marks the resting place of Olive Ann Oatman Fairchild. Her family was masacred by Yavapai Indians when she was 13 years old. The Yavapai sold her to the Mojave Indians, who tattooed her chin with a cactus needle - marking her as a slave. When she was 18 years old, the US Army was able to ransom her away from the Indians. She lived in California for a time after that, then moved to New York where she met the man she would marry. Olive and her husband moved to Sherman, Texas after the Civil War and they founded a successful bank.
Talk about an eventful life. After reading the historical marker, I had to step back over to her gravesite and tip my hat to Olive. Her perseverance and willingness to keep going more than earned my respect.