This is the Davis Blockhouse that sits in Sunnyside Cemetery, Coupeville WA, where I want to get married. Quick history of this blockhouse. First of all, this is where my sister would take me and my brothers after getting ice cream cones and we’d play Cowboys and
Indians Native Americans. It’s also where Thomas Davis lived years before that. He accompanied his sister Rebecca and her two sons on their 1851 journey over the Oregon Trail. The next year their mother Harriet headed west. However, a reunion would not happen. On January 9, 1853, Rebecca wrote the following entry in her diary:
“An indian [sic] brought me a letter today … O the distressing news it brought, the truth of the death of my dear mother on the plains. My heart is almost broken I feel that I cannot endure the torture of being separated from her in this life."
Rebecca died a few months later. Yesterday I was sitting in Roxbury Park listening to music and sunning my moles when one thought led to another and the next thing I know I’m wiping tears off my cheek from the thought of losing my mother. It was weird. She’s not even sick. The sight of children playing soccer helped me snap out of it and reminded me that life is a cycle—- you’re born, you’re young, you’re old, you die. Simple facts. I immediately got up and started walking. I felt better, especially knowing that I was just crossing Wilshire Blvd and not the Oregon Trail.