When I’m driving down Safford-Bryce Road I often go by a gravel road that goes to the top of a hill. At the top of the hill is Hubbard Cemetery. Curiosity got the better of me so I turned on to that road to check out this cemetery. One knows that they are out in the country when signs are used for target practice. The sign, “Hubbard Cemetery. Hours open 6:00am – 9:00pm.” was riddled with bullet holes.
I parked at the entrance and got out of my SUV. I decided to talk a walk through the cemetery since today’s summer sun was shaded by cumulus clouds anchored in the sky. A grave stone caught my attention. It read, “Mosiah Lyman Reed Hancock – April 9, 1854 – January 14, 1907 – Grandfather.” Now this was a guy who was around these them parts when the local Indian Wars were in progress. I placed, photographed and documented #118 next to his grave stone. So badly I wish he could somehow tell me his stories. However, for now, rest in peace.
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