|Sunset Hills Memorial Park & Mortuary - Apple Valley, CA|
Don't you love when things come full circle? When we were very young, my grandparents took us to the Roy Rogers Museum. There we saw all kinds of amazing things, including a fully-taxidermied Trigger. My grandparents were great for taking us to some off-beat places and that day is one of my fondest memories with them. The memory can't be entirely relived because the museum as it was, was moved to Branson, MO, and that outlet of western wonder has subsequently shuttered its doors as well. Now the closest we can get to that sunny afternoon with my grandparents is the final resting places of those great stars of the West, so we headed on over to Sunset Hills Memorial Park in Apple Valley to visit the graves of Leonard Franklin Slye and Frances Octavia Smith, otherwise known as Roy Rogers and Dale Evans.
"The Cowboy's Prayer" - Roy Rogers
In the dappled sunlight of what I like to think (although I have no substantiation by a certified horticulturist) is a cottonwood tree, is the final resting place of Roy Rogers and Dale Evans, the King of the Cowboys and the Queen of the West.
|Who knew Dale's birthday was Halloween? Spooky!|
|And don't even get me started on their western wear...|
If they weren't already dead, I might kill 'em for it.
(I'm a pretty terrible kind of a person, aren't I?)
|Amber, Bobby, and Mary paying their respects under a beautiful desert sky.|
The graves of the Rogers can be found quite easily; they are immediately to the left of the main entrance, under a shady tree and next to the fish pond. As long as we were in the area, we decided to see if there were any other noteworthy headstones or wacky tacky epitaphs.
|I was a little perplexed at the Sironi's marker.|
Were they buying engraving on the installment plan?
Why do we know so little about them?
Their individual headstones revealed a little more about their personalities.
Visiting Roy and Dale's graves was a bit like visiting the markers of my own grandparents', which I try to do at least once a year. The very last song played at my grandma's funeral service, as performed by the women of her choral group and played on the organ, was "Happy Trails." See what I mean about everything coming full circle? So to you, I also say, "Happy trails, until we meet again."
"Happy Trails" - Roy Rogers & Dale Evans
Sunset Hills Memorial Park & Mortuary
24000 Waalew Rd
Apple Valley, CA