Moses Cleaveland tree

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The tree is vast in size,

located in Evergreen Cemetery,

Westlake Ohio.

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    • The funny thing was, here I was in Cleveland, Ohio wondering if this were the founder of the city?
      Thanks, dear Sarah. My favorite cemetery blog posts were on a frosty morning and second favorite was when a sun setting lit up a grave stone! The problem is I didn’t put tags on these, darn it! I cannot wait to see your cemetery posts. 🙂 xo

      • It’s strange what attractions cemeteries can held, isn’t? I sometimes enjoy walking there more than in a park.
        Too bad that you didn’t tag them but then it’s a good opportunity to make more pics and posts like those two 😉
        Have a beautiful day! xxxxxxxxxxx

    • Can you believe this ancient red pine isn’t in my cell phone pictures (!?) It made me laugh but I will be going up there this coming weekend. We celebrate my parents’ #62 anniversary with my Mom and brothers, plus my dear SIL, Susan.

    • We’ve been gathering since 2001, when Dad passed away. You my have heard the story, my Dad had purchased, written and sealed cards up till 2005. Every holiday up till their Golden Anniversary. They were hidden in his sock drawer, tied with shoelaces. He knew he had 4 months to live and had bought cards for every holiday and some choices like friendship or adventure cards. In 2005, we rented a beautiful room in the dining are of the hotel to gather at, invited friends and family. We bought little guest gifts as well as 50th anniversary gifts for my Mom’s sister and brother-in-law. Our aunt and uncle had their family. Mom stood up and opened such a gorgeous last card, #50. It had a loving message for her and on the other blank side of the card Dad wrote how much he loved us 3 kids and my own 3 kids (his grandchildren), his 3 stepgrandchildren from brother and SIL. Then the card said, “Sending my love to all the possibilities with 7 ???????.”
      Isn’t this wild and sweet? I am the only one who had children and now have a combination of seven grandchildren. I am happy Dad didn’t suffer too much due to chemo, nor live to see 9/11. Diana, hope you didn’t mind my sharing this.
      We have gathered every year since. My youngest daughter and I were driving away when she was 25 years old, (2010) We were teary eyed missing my Mom as we left her lake cottage, thinking about Dad. We stopped and looked out upon Lake Erie up the road and held hands. As we gazed at the stars, two falling stars shot downward. That was the best finale, we didn’t have to wonder if he had been there.

      • Wow, Robin. This brought tears to my eyes. How beautiful. Your dad sounds amazing – what a legacy of love to leave to his whole family and down through time as you take the love he gave you and share it. Now I know why you are such a kind and caring person. This story rings a bell, but I’m so glad you shared it again ❤ ❤ ❤

      • It is so different from the stori in the Notebook book and film. Yet, the depth of time and caring shines through. I told him once that he “ruined” it (love/marriage) for me. My expectations were set high. He had no father, his was in mental ward of a VA hospital ( like an old folks home for Vets.) Men promised things but Dad really tried hard. 🙂 Thanks for listening! xo ❤

      • I’m always amazed how some people seem to rise above and give it their all despite the troubles in their lives. I laughed when you said he “ruined” marriage by setting such high standards. But so true. The world is a better place for his presence.

      • Thanks for “listening,” Diana. I appreciate this final word you said as
        It was supposed to bring a chuckle! My Dad was a cracker jack 🙂 , told my ex quietly going into divorce court~ “if you would have kept your – – – – in your zipper my daughter would have walked through fire for you!” Hope this is OK to share this. Have a serene Sunday. I’m up with Mom at the hospital, she went in Thursday with pneumonia. xo

    • Kev, I like trees very much. The old, tall trees are very interesting. Like Sarah mentioned, she likes to think of the world when the tree was planted and thinking about the stories they could “tell.”

    • The kind of funny (strange?) thing about my cellphone gallery is I cannot find the actual red oak tree. I may go back and look again, Luanne.
      Worse comes to worse, I will be up in Cleveland to celebrate my parents’ #62 anniversary. We have done this for fifteen years, this will be 16 years since my Dad passed away. My brothers, SIL, Susan and my Mom are the core group but we have had grown kids, cousins and once my aunt (Mom’s sister) and uncle there. ❤ thanks for this sweet comment.

    • Merril checked on the background of this tree which I suspected. . . Moses Cleaveland was the founder of the city of Cleveland.
      I have told a few people in comments that for some reason, I cannot find the actual red oak tree! I will look again since this was kind of a spur of the moment, late Sunday decision to post.
      Over this next weekend, I have plans to visit my Mom so it may be a belated post after my trip. Only thought about how I “lost” the photo may be that my grandson Micah does delete duplicate pictures to make room for Pokemon Go game. He may not have realized the tree was important, which is okay. 🙂

  1. Red oak that never spoke,
    Standing firm and tall…
    Foolish ones think it a joke
    to notice it at all.

    From our past to present,
    Is continuity…
    Nothing like a growing thing—
    Especially a tree!

    Named for a patriot
    Who planted it erect…
    He’d be glad it has survived
    And does, I suspect! —Jonathan Caswell

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