Frisco, Texas used to be one of those little wide spots in the road in North Texas. In the years since I've lived here, it's exploded, especially in this past year. Population is now 177,286, while in 1990 it was 6517.
I had an errand to run there today and passed by the Zion Cemetery, so I stopped in on my way home.
It's on a fairly steep hill for this area. The marker gives the history:
Though it was very muddy from recent storms, I wandered a bit.
My grandfather's gravestone says, "A loving and honest man is the noblest work of God." So I loved this one. And the lichen!
This one breaks my heart. Did Mr. Hawkins never marry? Did his wife end up somewhere else? Surely she's not still alive...! I can't make out the smaller inscriptions.
"Just in the morning of his day, in youth and love he died." 28 years old.
And here's some proof that it's still very much an active cemetery. I know this name; Noles Equipment was their business. Cemeteries tell me parts of stories, and obituaries, which I adore, tell more. Here's Mrs. Noles' obit.
There's also a "ghost story" associated with this cemetery, but it's so stupid and disrespectful that I'm not going to link to it.
I stood on that hill and wondered what the folks who started being buried there in 1859 would think of the view now. Take a look and a listen. There's wind noise, but there's also road noise from 423, and construction just to the south, and houses as far as the eyes can see. The sleeping acre is at peace, but with a little more competition than there used to be.
