When I stroll through a pioneer cemetery, I am struck by varied images, thoughts. I notice the older, worn grave markers. I see those that were born in the early 1800’s and think of their departures/journey to get to this part of Oregon. I notice the children that passed, often in close time span and imagine the grief and permanent scars. Such was the case with this grave marker. The Dufur Family endured a rough Fall in 1882.
Dufur, Oregon: “The name was originally Fifteenmile Crossing, but with the establishment of a post office in 1878, the name was changed to Dufur. The town was named for the DuFour family, who emigrated from France and settled in Wasco County in 1872. A.J. and Enoch DuFour bought land and began raising sheep. The brothers operated Fifteenmile House, and the community grew…”
SwittersB & Exploring 
Proof that one often cannot live without the other.
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Yes, I often wonder was it an accident, disease, a sequence of death that would claim two young children so close together.
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probably disease. terrible shame. I feel grief for their poor parents. 😦
Lovely photo tho…a nice way to remember
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