Apple of Their Eyes

With a GPS location at Green Lawn Cemetery, Apple of Their Eyes asks to be found. Greenlawn Avenue takes you to Green Lawn Cemetery. Like two quarreling in-laws, neither has changed their punctuation to match the other.

The firehouse looms large over our geotrail. While we are buried in our lives, these sentries keep watch.

We pass with trepidation, adding gawker delay to our slow geo progress.

Finally our GPS lands. A grove of pines, living and dying, encircles this spot of emerald luminescence.

As fresh, innocent and sweet as the one word hint Baby are the small gravestones. Carved into the stones are Baby Charles, Baby Alice, and just Baby. From 1907 to 1908, as Indian territory is absorbed into Oklahoma, as new immigrants pour into Ellis Island, as the stock market is rescued by Wall Street bankers, and as the Ford Model T is launched, tiny graves are dug and hearts mourn.

We find the Apple of Their Eyes. The cache name, the hint, the container and the spot render a bittersweet elegy to the ageless and indestructible bonds between human hearts.

The evening shadows stretch long over the gravestones. The guardian tree leans down. As Cache Owner msmandi’s notes request, we pay our respects, encircled by the great heart of others who have also found this place.