Laymond Allen McCarty was the first born child of Orval C. McCarty and Vera Nelson McCarty.
In the summer of 1970 I went to Colorado Springs, CO to visit my many aunts and uncles. While I was there I learned about my brother Laymond for the first time, my parents never talked about him. Asking a few questions I found out he was buried in Evergreen Cemetery. On my first visit to his gravesite I discovered he didn't have a headstone and hoped that someday I would be able to place one on his grave.
Thirty years later my Uncle Ray Stahlman, my son Kevin and I were visiting my Aunt Erma Conrad in Colorado Springs, CO. While we were talking we toured her lovely flower garden. Suddenly out of the blue she asked if I wanted a headstone. Laughing to myself I politely refused her offer. She went on to explain that her husband had purchased it back in 1964 when their son, Robert, Bobby, Conrad was killed in a car accident. When they went to the cemetery they learned that the cemetery no longer allowed upright headstones in the new area. Unable to use it they placed it in the backyard and 36 years later it was still in the same place. She expressed her wish that someday somebody could use it.
When we left her house Kevin and I laughed about her offer of taking a headstone back to California. Just as we stopped laughing we started driving by Evergreen Cemetery and my Uncle Ray mentioned my brother Laymond. In response I mentioned he was in an unmarked grave and someday I wanted to put a, I stopped in mid-sentence. My uncle, without saying a word, or hardly slowing down, made a U-turn. We went back to Erma's for the headstone. It took the three of us to pickup the heavy headstone and put it in the back of Uncle Ray's truck. We dropped the headstone off at a monument company. The owner was a son of a lady Ray's wife, my Aunt Veva, had driven to church for years. Uncle Ray knew he would give us the best price on engraving and setting the stone. So now Laymond's grave has a headstone.
My brother Laymond died long before I was born. Giving him a him a headstone and this online memorial has made him a part of my life. I'm very grateful for it.
Rest in peace my brother!
In the summer of 1970 I went to Colorado Springs, CO to visit my many aunts and uncles. While I was there I learned about my brother Laymond for the first time, my parents never talked about him. Asking a few questions I found out he was buried in Evergreen Cemetery. On my first visit to his gravesite I discovered he didn't have a headstone and hoped that someday I would be able to place one on his grave.
Thirty years later my Uncle Ray Stahlman, my son Kevin and I were visiting my Aunt Erma Conrad in Colorado Springs, CO. While we were talking we toured her lovely flower garden. Suddenly out of the blue she asked if I wanted a headstone. Laughing to myself I politely refused her offer. She went on to explain that her husband had purchased it back in 1964 when their son, Robert, Bobby, Conrad was killed in a car accident. When they went to the cemetery they learned that the cemetery no longer allowed upright headstones in the new area. Unable to use it they placed it in the backyard and 36 years later it was still in the same place. She expressed her wish that someday somebody could use it.
When we left her house Kevin and I laughed about her offer of taking a headstone back to California. Just as we stopped laughing we started driving by Evergreen Cemetery and my Uncle Ray mentioned my brother Laymond. In response I mentioned he was in an unmarked grave and someday I wanted to put a, I stopped in mid-sentence. My uncle, without saying a word, or hardly slowing down, made a U-turn. We went back to Erma's for the headstone. It took the three of us to pickup the heavy headstone and put it in the back of Uncle Ray's truck. We dropped the headstone off at a monument company. The owner was a son of a lady Ray's wife, my Aunt Veva, had driven to church for years. Uncle Ray knew he would give us the best price on engraving and setting the stone. So now Laymond's grave has a headstone.
My brother Laymond died long before I was born. Giving him a him a headstone and this online memorial has made him a part of my life. I'm very grateful for it.
Rest in peace my brother!
Laymond Allen McCarty was the first born child of Orval C. McCarty and Vera Nelson McCarty.
In the summer of 1970 I went to Colorado Springs, CO to visit my many aunts and uncles. While I was there I learned about my brother Laymond for the first time, my parents never talked about him. Asking a few questions I found out he was buried in Evergreen Cemetery. On my first visit to his gravesite I discovered he didn't have a headstone and hoped that someday I would be able to place one on his grave.
Thirty years later my Uncle Ray Stahlman, my son Kevin and I were visiting my Aunt Erma Conrad in Colorado Springs, CO. While we were talking we toured her lovely flower garden. Suddenly out of the blue she asked if I wanted a headstone. Laughing to myself I politely refused her offer. She went on to explain that her husband had purchased it back in 1964 when their son, Robert, Bobby, Conrad was killed in a car accident. When they went to the cemetery they learned that the cemetery no longer allowed upright headstones in the new area. Unable to use it they placed it in the backyard and 36 years later it was still in the same place. She expressed her wish that someday somebody could use it.
When we left her house Kevin and I laughed about her offer of taking a headstone back to California. Just as we stopped laughing we started driving by Evergreen Cemetery and my Uncle Ray mentioned my brother Laymond. In response I mentioned he was in an unmarked grave and someday I wanted to put a, I stopped in mid-sentence. My uncle, without saying a word, or hardly slowing down, made a U-turn. We went back to Erma's for the headstone. It took the three of us to pickup the heavy headstone and put it in the back of Uncle Ray's truck. We dropped the headstone off at a monument company. The owner was a son of a lady Ray's wife, my Aunt Veva, had driven to church for years. Uncle Ray knew he would give us the best price on engraving and setting the stone. So now Laymond's grave has a headstone.
My brother Laymond died long before I was born. Giving him a him a headstone and this online memorial has made him a part of my life. I'm very grateful for it.
Rest in peace my brother!
In the summer of 1970 I went to Colorado Springs, CO to visit my many aunts and uncles. While I was there I learned about my brother Laymond for the first time, my parents never talked about him. Asking a few questions I found out he was buried in Evergreen Cemetery. On my first visit to his gravesite I discovered he didn't have a headstone and hoped that someday I would be able to place one on his grave.
Thirty years later my Uncle Ray Stahlman, my son Kevin and I were visiting my Aunt Erma Conrad in Colorado Springs, CO. While we were talking we toured her lovely flower garden. Suddenly out of the blue she asked if I wanted a headstone. Laughing to myself I politely refused her offer. She went on to explain that her husband had purchased it back in 1964 when their son, Robert, Bobby, Conrad was killed in a car accident. When they went to the cemetery they learned that the cemetery no longer allowed upright headstones in the new area. Unable to use it they placed it in the backyard and 36 years later it was still in the same place. She expressed her wish that someday somebody could use it.
When we left her house Kevin and I laughed about her offer of taking a headstone back to California. Just as we stopped laughing we started driving by Evergreen Cemetery and my Uncle Ray mentioned my brother Laymond. In response I mentioned he was in an unmarked grave and someday I wanted to put a, I stopped in mid-sentence. My uncle, without saying a word, or hardly slowing down, made a U-turn. We went back to Erma's for the headstone. It took the three of us to pickup the heavy headstone and put it in the back of Uncle Ray's truck. We dropped the headstone off at a monument company. The owner was a son of a lady Ray's wife, my Aunt Veva, had driven to church for years. Uncle Ray knew he would give us the best price on engraving and setting the stone. So now Laymond's grave has a headstone.
My brother Laymond died long before I was born. Giving him a him a headstone and this online memorial has made him a part of my life. I'm very grateful for it.
Rest in peace my brother!
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