It was Memorial Day
and my birthday, a bit of a lazy day, if you will. What to do? A favorite
haunt called and we piled into the car and drove out to Olivet Cemetary
in Colma, California
(the city of the dead, that waits for The City to die), serves as the site
of several cemetaries that serve San Francisco. We go to Olivet because
our good friend, Betty Kretzmann, is buried there. A remarkable person she
was the daughter of Pr. Arthur Brohm, a long-time Lutheran Pastor (St. John's
Church) in San Francisco, and the widow of The
Rev. Dr. O.P. Kretzmann, long-time president of Valparaiso
University. Sometimes we bring lunch, and other times it serves as a
starting point or ending point of a wander through the cemetary. There are
some tomb stones that Arthur takes care of whenever we are there. Couples
of men or women, buried at the same plot; one wonders what hidden story
is there. Pioneers perhaps, of a revolution still brewing. These photos
come from our day of wandering.
The Gate
Persistence
MTH 6/1/08