As I received the final approval for my project required to become an Eagle Scout, I knew I was undertaking a task that would be much greater than anything I’ve completed in the past. This would be the pinnacle of my scouting career. One can find Gleason Cemetery burrowed in a little alcove on the side of a brush lined road near Molalla, Oregon. Seldom visited, the families of those buried are either deceased or don’t care enough to pay any respects to their late ancestors. My father gave me the idea of restoring an abandoned pioneer cemetery in order to attain the highest rank in scouting. While most scouts build benches or spread bark over a weekend in order to get their Eagle project requirement signed off, I chose to tackle an uncommon
