The Weather Is Beautiful, Wish You Were Here

There are 23 days left to Halloween- do you have any travel plans?

The dam in Pasadena, California  was named Devil’s Gate in 1920 for this rock formation which is said to remsembled Satan himself.

I don’t see it, but I always see nothing on the Rorschach test so in the past I just make stuff up. There probably is a face there, but nope. I get nothing.

However, I am intruged by the Devil’s Gate story because the The Tongva believed that the water running through the gorge sounded like laughter ( which running water does have that sound, so I’m on board with the Tongva in that respect ) but this is where I get on board and sail the ship through  Arroyo Seco-  the Tongva attribute the laughter to the Coyote Spirit.

TUKUPAR ITAR, the Coyote spirit  is a trickster, he’s the God of mayhem and is an expert in mischief.  I have to admitt, I do love that type of character.

Occultists discovered the Gate in 1940 and since then they’ve made this a destination  place for summoning the dead, spirits and I guess the Devil himself.

As a rule I find that  spirits that take on the form of animals far more frightening and intriguing then demons who possess children and ghost hunters who scream at the spirits who managed to cross back into the land of the living when some of us can’t even managed to count on our airline of choice to take off and land on time,  and get away with it.

I suppose that no matter how you look at it, Devil’s Gate has earned it’s place in the world of the Supernatural. In modern times, people searched for a gateway to Hell and as far as they are concerned they found it and gave it a heck of a good story.

But without that sound- the sound of the Trickster God who laughs as he glides by you in the night, or under a blazing hot sky as he tries to find a way to take your reality and give it a sharp twist, the story of Devil’s Gate might not be so interesting.

Devil’s Gate Dam


Poor Little Prince


“Death is a mystery, and burial is a secret.”
― Stephen King, Pet Sematary

PET SEMATARY, from Paramount Pictures.

103 years before Stephen King’s book about a Pet Sematary created in the town of Ludlow, Maine was printed there was an honest to goodness Pet Cemetery in England.

The Hyde Park pet cemetery (originally the London Hyde Park Dog Cemetery and advertised as The Secret Pet Cemetery of Hyde Park)  was established sometime in 1880 and was the final resting place for two cats, three monkeys and a number of birds. Topper, a fox terrier belonging to the park’s Metropolitan Police station was also buried in the cemetery. William Petre, 13th Baron Petre sent a dog for burial at the park and promised to attend the ceremony but died overnight, allegedly of grief for his animal.

However the majority of the deceased buried at the Hyde Park Cemetery are dogs.

471 headstones are known in the cemetery and many are marked with burial dates of these beloved pets.  Only five headstones are marked with dates in the 1880s, 255 with the 1890s, 70 with the 1900s and only 23 with later dates. The 1976 burial was the only one carried out after the 1950s- I wonder if it was a cat and if it’s name was Church ( who in King’s book was named after Winston Churchill so it’s possible- slow wink -being that this burial took place in England.)

I learned that pet  cemeteries at this time were considered a  German custom and that eventually they fell out of fashion.  From what I understand there is now a drive to bury pets along side their owners now- which in my opinion is long over due. I don’t care about tradition or decorum.

The sad fact is life goes on and a lot of people stop visiting their loved one’s graves as the years go on ( and there is NOTHING wrong with that ) so why not save a space for a pet?

It only seems right and in a way, oddly comforting to have this reunion in death.

Now let’s step back into the world of the living.

Enclosed at the end of this post are some photos from the Hyde Park cemetery- a quiet little memorial park that is no longer open to the public except for the occasional tour and I have to wonder  if I would ever take that tour and if I did would this passage from Pet Semetary pop into my head as I walked among the graves of our most cherished companions.

It probably would, because if I can creep myself out at a cemetery I always do- I think it’s fun.

“Don’t go beyond, no matter how much you feel you need to, Doctor. The barrier was not made to be broken. Remember this: there is more power here than you know. It is old and always restless. Remember.”
― Stephen King, Pet Sematary

Woman walking her dogs, Hyde Park Pet Cemetery.



The First Bite Is With The Eye

Photographer Unknown

I sat and I fretted

by candle light,  by moonlight, by starlight

and even because I was truly desperate

I sat and fretted by sunlight too.


Finally In desperation I clasped my hands to my chest and

I prayed as hard as I could-


was there a potion, a charm, a string of words

a howl of consonant  and vowels

that would wrap muscle around bone and skin  to

fingers, a face and toes?


Or would I have to scoop up these sad parts

from the Earth below my feet

and is this all I would have

for my  first All Hallows Eve treat?


Happy Halloween Music

For #100daysof Halloween Happy  ( Music )here are four songs that aren’t really Halloween songs, but under the right circumstances ( like this post)  they could be:

It’s a song about sugar and candy:

This song has a spooky sounding vibe:

A song about darkness, well the color black:

And of course this song is about an Evil woman and she may have been evil to only one man but let’s not get nitpicky: