I went up to Kansas, my home state, for Memorial Day Weekend, and took a trip with my family up to Great Bend, the town where my maternal grandparents lived when I was young and where my mom spent part of her teen years. It was the first time I had been in that area since high school, and I was reminded how much I love the small towns and rolling hills of central Kansas.
It being Memorial Day, we were in town to visit and put flowers on the graves of my grandfather, uncle, and great-grandparents. The Great Bend cemetery has an old section, populated with grave stones dating back into the 1870s, when the town was founded. I took some pictures and wandered about, but I was especially struck by this tall stone pillar memorializing a deceased Methodist minister, erected by his fellow circuit riders. There must be some story behind this one.
Justin DaMetz 