The Autumn People



My birthday is kind of a holy day for me. I try to take it off, spend it in a graveyard if at all possible. I’ve celebrated my birthday in Pere Lachaise, in the Bone Chapel of Kutna Hora, and in Colma’s many graveyards. Like the poet said, “Any day above ground is a good one.” If there’s sunshine and green grass, birdsong and statuary, or trees and flowers and poetry involved, so much the better.

In 2012, I spent the morning of my birthday poking around Westwood Village Memorial Park near UCLA. (I featured it as a Cemetery of the Week.) I’d been to the cemetery once before, in the winter as night was falling, when it grew too dark to photograph anything, let alone find anyone other than Marilyn Monroe. I still had a wonderful time, sitting on a bench under a huge, spreading tree, listening to the night settle down in the big city.

I wanted to visit Westwood in the daytime, to see if I could find that same sense of peace. Better than that, I found the grave of Ray Bradbury.

Ray Bradbury is my literary hero. I’ve read his books to pieces. I’ve underlined and analyzed and memorized his writing. I had the opportunity to meet him only once. I was so tongue-tied I could barely tell him how much his work meant to me. Luckily, I think I was more eloquent as I stood over his grave, despite the tears in my eyes.

“For these beings, fall is ever the normal season,” he wrote in Something Wicked This Way Comes, the first of his books I read. “Where do they come from?” he asked. “The dust. Where do they go? The grave.”

It’s like he knew me. In the book, the autumn people are the bad guys, but I am an autumn person. I am headed to the grave, spiraling closer one year at a time, but every day in the open air is a blessing and a gift. It’s been a joy to have Ray Bradbury’s stories as company along the way.

I’m glad I finally got to tell him that.

About Loren Rhoads

I'm the author of 199 Cemeteries to See Before You Die and Wish You Were Here: Adventures in Cemetery Travel, as well as a space opera trilogy. I'm also co-author of a series about a succubus and her angel. In addition to blogging at, I blog about my morbid life at
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4 Responses to The Autumn People

  1. Spinsters And Son says:

    I love you. It’s a perfect Bradbury fall back here. So I miss you.

  2. It is a lovely cemetery tucked away like that. I got to visit with my son once years ago and was in awe of all the names I recognized. Enjoy your fall! I like Ray Bradbury too. Happy birthday if I have missed seeing the exact day.

  3. Lore S. says:

    When I was growing up, we had a place at the lake. It sat at the base of some mountains. If we were tired of water, we would explore by hiking towards the mtns. One day, we found this little picket fenced spot. It had about 10 graves in it, The crosses were wooden and few were dated (none named) but there were a couple that told us that the little graveyard had been there since the mid-1800s. It’s been fifty years since I’ve seen that cemetery and I wonder if it’s even still there. I have family whose ashes are now spread over that lake and I realized that I’m the only one left who visited it. Shrugs. Just thought I’d share that memory.

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