Boltz-Andersen Tour de Cemeteries
Darrel L. Hammon
|Larry Taylor, whose mother was a Boltz, places|
We have all heard of the Tour de France. But what about the Tour de Cemeteries? Today was the inauguration of the Boltz-Andersen Tour de Cemeteries.
The Boltz-Andersen clans met at 1:00 p.m. at Tautphaus Park Shelter #3 in Idaho Falls, Idaho, to share in the quintessential sharing of potluck! Any time you connect families like the Andersen and Boltz families and say “potluck,” everyone comes with delicious dishes of food, no one goes away hungry, and you have to ask where did they learn to prepare food like that? Truly it was an incredible delicatessen experience.
|Larry, Joanne, John, Mother Boltz, Jean, and Lou Jean--all from the Boltz family|
|Lou Jean Hales, whose father was a Boltz, reads stories to all of us.|
Each cemetery was beautiful in its own right—hoards of different kinds of trees, immaculate lawns, stunning gravestones, and a plethora of flower arrangements delicately placed by loving hands. Peace and comfort seeped over us as we roamed in and among the various headstones remembering our loved ones.
|Rosa Boltz, the Matriarch of the Boltz clan.|
|Many of the Andersen clan listen to stories|
|John, whose father was a Boltz; Jean, whose mother was a Boltz|
By far, the loveliest of them all was Annis-Little Butte Cemetery (I am a bit biased here). This beautiful cemetery is nestled on the back side of a volcanic butte and in the shadow of the mighty Snake River and the Menan Buttes. The bulk of the Andersen and the Boltz families claim this as their final resting spot. Everyone had a story to tell about those who lie here. One of the stories spoke of Luke Boltz and his annual ice skating rink in the back of his house on 9th Street. Joanne and others talked about the hours her dad would spend outside in the bitter cold, spraying water on the rink and making sure it was smooth as glass.
|Aunt Esther whose husband was an Andersen|
|Karen, Aunt Esther, Julie, and Brian--from the Andersen family|
|The Andersen clan whose husband, father, and grandfather was an Andersen|
Overall, the day was wonderful, long, and enlightening. We learned things about those who had passed. Perhaps, though, we learned more about those who were there. Some were well acquainted with each other; others had not met some in the Tour. Yet, we were all family, now and hopefully forever.