gribble cemetery
It looks there used to be a sign at the road announcing the cemetery, as the sign posts are still there, but, alas, the sign itself is no longer.

The Gribbles used to own two square miles of Gribble Prairie (it gribbled on forever), but they’re now down to two acres, that of the cemetery. Up until a few years ago they let those two acres go to weed, but in recent years the extended Gribble Family has returned to maintain the family plot. Decisions are made at an annual summer gathering and interim details are taken care of by the monthly “cousins club.” Originally intended for Gribbles only, friends and neighbors have long been welcomed inn the cemetery. Twenty of the graves here are unmarked, including one who died in a city jail and was deemed unworthy of churchyard burials. Patricia Gribble (quoted in The Oregonian) admitted, “We’ve been fairly well known for tolerance.

This part of the valley is crossed with prairies of varying sizes of which the boundaries are, perhaps, arbitrary—Marks, Gribble, and Howell, to name a few. Conveniently maintained by the Indians until the white folk got here, they harbor the best of the best farm lands north of California. The white folk, for their part, didn’t much think that they were appropriating someone else’s land, partly because 80% of the someone else's were already dead from disease by the time the settlers arrived. To their credit, though, they and their descendants have made the most of this Garden of Eden, through what Carol Hobson states on her tombstone: “Love, honesty, hard work and laughter.”


Take Gribble Rd. west from the Canby-Marquam Hwy. Cemetery on south side of the road next to a row of greenhouses. It’s about 100 yards off the road, with an open field in front. If you cross the creek, you’ve gone too far.
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