Search - Jim Wibberding

My shoe strikes something hard and flat in the ashen dirt. I kick aside the crushed leaves and dust, then bend down to brush them clean with my hands. It reads, “Henry Louis Guerne”. That’s not him. A family of deer watches us through the mid-morning chill as we disrupt their tranquil cemetery, unearthing fallen headstones and inspecting those that still stand. “W. S. Kellogg.” Much closer. Maybe he is buried in a family plot. “Francis Elizabeth Kellogg.” Further down the hill, I saw a “Chester Kellogg”. But, no “Merritt Gardner Kellogg”. I rounded the following plot.I have been asking after this grave for three years now. No one seems to know where it is. Some historians say it is lost to history. Some say it could be in Australia. A year ago, I found an obituary that listed his burial at Oak Mound Cemetery in Healdsburg, California. I thought that was a big find, but an optimistic family outing ended with “no card on file for a Merritt Kellogg.”Why does Merritt G. Kellogg matter to me? It is not his link to the Corn Flakes King, though W. K. Kellogg was his kid brother. It is not about his...