Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
We live on The Grand Lake of The Cherokees. It is a huge, man-made lake in Oklahoma. People were not only displaced from their homes but some people were displaced from their final resting place. Not far from our home is a relocated cemetery moved in approximately 1939 in preparation for the filling of Grand Lake. These tombstones date in the 1800's. Most of the monuments have broken or crumbled or are too difficult to read, but there are a few like these.