A friend, riding on a tractor with a nephew during corn harvest, texted me a new find, a cemetery sitting on a hill above a pasture in East Williamson County. Growing up in this area, she remembered seeing it before, but not for quite a while. The other evening, I drove out there to take a look. Looking carefully, taking it slow on this dusty dirt road, I was keeping an eye out, expecting to see something tiny. You know, one of those family plots in the middle of a pasture. But this was no small plot. Looking to my left, and up, there it was, a Waxing Gibbous moon beginning to shine. The road wound around, coming to its end at what I now know to be the Shiloh-McCutcheon Cemetery. In the 1840s, according to the Texas State historical marker, this was the Shiloh community, not far from Brushy Creek, near Wilbarger Crossing, later called Shiloh Crossing and Rogan Crossing, the village had a school, church and two stores. The first burial here was in 1853, but it was not officially deeded as a burial site until 1890. Interred here are veterans of the Texas Revolution, the Civil War, and both World Wars. There are a few recent burials, but only ashes of descendants are permitted now. I remained there until the day’s light began to fade. With no street lights on that old road, getting home was a good idea. Cemeteries, large or small, continue to fascinate. In Texas, we have an abundance of history, much of it found in these tucked-away places of repose.