Old Cemetery near a Nevada Mine
After spending the night in the abandoned Delamar Mine in Nevada, I came across an old cemetery while driving out. I had been wondering just how old the mine was, and figured the headstones would help solve that mystery.
Entrance to the Old Cemetery
The fence in the photo above is what I spotted while driving by. I didn’t think much of it at first, because this is a common site on BLM land, but I decided to stop when I noticed it seemed to enclose a relatively small area.
The wooden supports in the photo are actually the entrance to the cemetery. They are angled in a way which allows easy entry to humans while blocking larger animals.
On either side of the entrance are hung detailed pieces of bead art, one of a white lion (as seen above) and another of a butterfly. These are both in very good condition, leading me to believe someone placed them here recently. Given this site’s remote location, it says a lot about the amount of care that exists for someone buried here.
The Grave Sites
Some of the graves are placed out in the open with no fencing around them. An example of this is the grave above of Robert Corkish. It’s interesting that he died in 1915 since the mine was closed from 1909 to 1929. I imagine he was one of the original residents of the town and opted to stay when most left.
Many of the graves are enclosed with ornate iron fencing and have pretty expensive looking granite stones, all of which would have been hauled in from elsewhere at great expense. It’s not surprising considering the mine had produced $8.5 Million in Gold by 1903.
I took great interest in the grave of Etta E. Frank. The grave stone says that she was a “Mother” yet says she died when she was only 23 years old. There are flowers placed around the iron fencing surrounding her plot which seem to indicate someone alive today still visits the grave. This likely means that Etta’s child or children survived and she is still remembered by her grandchildren.
The Horn Family
The largest enclosed plot held the most ornate headstone, a towering white pillar marking the grave of Fred A. Horn. This young man died around the age of 19. His parents had the following etched into the stone:
Dearest Fred, though hast left us Here thy loss we deeply feel But tis God that hath bereft He can all our sorrows heal.
Agnes is the name of the mother listed on the stone. The father’s name was also listed but has since been damaged and is no longer legible. However, there is another gravestone in the same fenced plot of a Cyrus A. Horn who died at 70. I suspect he was the father.
The Horn family plot contained 8-10 graves in it, but these were the only two still intact. Based on the size of the enclosure and the large number of graves, I assume that the Horns were a very prominent family in the area from the early days of the Delamar Mine.
I found myself in awe and a bit melancholic after visiting this old cemetery. So much happened in this area, so many human stories, and all that remains are some ruined buildings and a few grave sites.