I was driving around Leawood, Kansas, kind of lost, I’ll admit.
Once through the gate, traffic noise seemed to fade even with suburban jungle all around. I’d stepped back in time.
Two young men’s graves told me how far back.
When I closed my eyes, I could picture the cool, peaceful spot these pioneers must have chosen. A small stand of trees in the wide open prairie.
Not in their wildest dreams could they have imagined what it would be like here a century later.
The whole place looked neglected. I wondered if anybody still mowed in the summer.
There’s a history of volunteer maintenance at the Linwood Pioneer Cemetery, at least until recently.
This sign was posted on the gate.
Does anybody reading this live near 95th Street and Mission Road in Leawood, Kansas? What’s the end of this story?