Davis Cemetery

This is a beautiful place to visit, watch for turkeys and other wildlife and walk the grounds. The grounds staff are very welcoming and they really strive to make the area a haven for wildlife. They have Art and cultural events as well.

Davis Cemetery District is well run and the people are first rate. Not that expensive. For people with a history in Davis this location has special merit.
Flocks of wild turkeys frequent the cemetery. At least the city is not using it as a dog park anymore.
If you visit this place please remember that people go there to remember loved ones they have lost. A cemetery does not have the same function as a park.

One of my earliest memories includes the Davis Cemetery. I was five and it was my grandfather’s funeral. I remember lots of flowers and people.
Beyond the green grass and tombstones there was a dry field with a barn.
As the field developed into a green grassy area for dogs and the barn burned down, my grandmother would bring me to visit my grandfather’s grave.
The Davis cemetery always reminded me of alot of flowers. It was always a quiet, well-​kept, and serene place.
When I grew older and more rebellious I found that the cemetery provided a great place to match my newly dyed purple hair and kiss girls. My grandfather probably turned in his grave, but I had high hopes that the thick fog hid all of my rebellious behaviors.
As I got older and started college I found that one of my professor’s that lifted me and then crushed me lived next door to the cemetery. It seemed to have symbolic meaning.
I would never want to be buried here. But it is a nice place that always has had some symbolic meaning in my life and is a pretty place to visit, especially when it is foggy.

Well I’m not rating this because I buried anyone here and I definitely don’t plan on being buried here unless it’s by some freak coincidence. I am giving it 5 stars however for some of the really old, beatifully crafted, angel statues that hover over some of the headstones. I remember a particular semi rainy, drizzly night where I took my 4×5 camera, my housemate’s cigarette lighter powered spotlight and took some great 15 minute bulb exposure photographs of these angels. As I was in the middle of this the police showed up probably thinking we were pillaging the graves or something. So after briefly trying to explain my photography project we tipped them off to the group of teenagers getting wasted about 300 feet away. Sorry guys, I had to get the PO-​PO off my back.