In July of 2009 I applied for a job at a library in a small town 30 miles east of Portland that I had driven through once. When I was interviewed I was delighted with the place and with the people who interviewed me. Lucky for me, the feeling was mutual. When I told my mom that I was moving to Sandy, Oregon she came back with an interesting reply, “Really? Sandy? Your uncle lived there in the 1960s. Did you know that?”
No. I did not know that.
The story is that my uncle lived in the area for awhile and loved it. Then a couple of tragedies struck the family which caused them to move down into Portland. One of those tragedies was the death of his 2 year old daughter. She drowned in a creek near the home. There was a cemetery next to his house where he buried her. I remember my uncle talking about this place a few years ago, not knowing exactly where it was. He described it as “beautiful” and mentioned that he wanted to be buried there. And also said anyone in his family could be buried there too.
When I moved here he asked me to go to this cemetery from time to time to check up on the graves of my cousins (another of his sons was buried there in 2002). I was totally happy to oblige. However, I couldn’t find it. I can’t tell you how many times I drove up and down Cherryville Road looking for this cemetery with no luck whatsoever. My uncle even drew me a map at one point and it still didn’t help. I asked people in the community about it and nobody could help me. Nobody knew it even existed! Or if they knew it existed, it existed as a kind of urban legend. This cemetery completely confounded me.
He came to visit a few years ago and finally took me there himself. Visiting this place will be forever marked in my history as one of the most surreal moments of my existence. We drove into what seemed like the dirt road of somebody’s house. We ended up at a very dense grove of trees. it was impossible to see what was on the other side of them. Uncle Will opened the trunk of his car, grabbed some garden loppers, gasoline, and weed killer. He handed me a pair of loppers, and walked toward a small opening of this grove. He seemed to know exactly where to go. He cut a hole into the opening. I reluctantly followed him into this strange place.
It was absolutely incredible. Above me was as canopy of thick Douglas Fir. Around me was moss, ivy and fern, growing all over everything. The tops of turn-of-the-century headstones peeked out of the ivy. We bush-whacked our way to the back of the cemetery where we found the grave-markers of my cousins.
It was a beautiful summer day in July. The sun was starting to set and the light filtered through the trees and lighted the graves perfectly as we stood around the graves and said a Hail Mary. My uncle was very happy. He seemed to be at peace there. I could totally see why. I thought to myself, “This place is magical and beautiful.”
Lo and Behold, an effort was made to clean the cemetery up! Somebody who also has family buried there headed this up a couple of years ago and since then amazing work as been done. In many ways it has brought our community together too. Lots of people who live here have been in on this project and have enjoyed uncovering history in their own backyard. I think about this effort and it blows my mind. This was a cemetery that was slowly being swallowed by the forest but it has been saved.
The cemetery is now an historical landmark and was dedicated this summer.
It is still hard to find so if you are ever in the area and want to see it let me know and I will take you there.
The color photos were made with a Schlem P6*6 printed pinhole camera and Ektar 100 film. The black and white photo was taken with a Zero 45 and Arista 100 film.
8 thoughts on “Cherryville Cemetery”
Such an interesting story, and great pictures! It is nice how the community got an interest in an abandoned cemetery and started caring for it.
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I forgot to share this here! It’s my latest post on Pinhole Obscura. I’ve told the story here before, but this time I have pinhole photos!
These photo’s are so wonderful! I really really like them. And thanks for coming out for the unveiling of the Historic Marker. Joyce Yam
Thanks! It was wonderful! 🙂
Where abouts is the cemetery? My friend has family there from long ago. We wanted to try and find it….
Hi Kelly! Sorry I didn’t see this comment until now! I am not sure how to explain how to get there, to be honest! If you are coming in on Cherryville from Portland, the driveway will be on the left. It is immediately next to another driveway to a larger house. Look for it after you pass the old Cherryville Post Office. When you have gone around a bend you have gone too far. I hope this makes a little bit of sense!
I understand its on Cherryville … but, any info on where would be great 😉