

Few months before his own passing, a local elder took me to the graveyard to show me this marker stone. I will summarize the story he shared:
Unable to afford a proper burial for his wife, a poor man worked with a farmer in exchange for the use of a horse and chain. Wanting his wife to be remembered, he pulled a large stone from the riverbed and set it to mark the grave. Today the rough angular stone can still be seen standing separate among a field of cut and polished neighbors. The raw and unique marker invites the onlooker to engage with its history in a manner which finely sculpted and engraved markers, despite their elegance, simply cannot attain.