Photo dated 1960, location uncertain.
There's a joke(?) in my family: we have a family plot, started by my maternal grandmother's
parents, which obviously hasn't moved since the 1960s but some members of my family have
trouble finding it. There's some mnemonic regarding a certain faucet next to an entry and
how many rows in from it the family stones are, but since my family typically only visits
that cemetary once a year the memory device gets forgotten. Every Single Time. So I can only
imagine what people going to the above cemetary or others like it where every stone looks
exactly the same but for the inscription must go through every Veteran's Day and Memorial Day.