Alice & Raymond Gochenour
Alice Timmons was born in Frankfort, Indiana in 1918. She learned how to fish and shoot from her father at the family cottage on Wild Cat Creek. Mr. Timmons owned three stores and it was Alice' job to buy candy for her father's stores.
The Timmons family lost everything in the Great Depression. Alice's father cried when he told Alice her university money was gone.
Alice found work with the Pitman Moore Laboratories in Zionsville, Indiana where she met Raymond Gochenour. They married and lived in a quaint log house in the woods, a time that still holds Alice's fondest memories.
Alice and Raymond eventually moved to Washington D. C. where Raymond worked at Walter Reed Army Institute of Research and Alice worked at the National Institute of Health. They became world travelers and enjoyed a lifetime of discovery together. They moved to California in 1972 to live on the ocean but to this day, Alice thinks of herself as a Hoosier. She says she can still hear her father say, "Hoosiers are the salt of the earth."
Raymond took ill on one of their trips around the world. He had previously insisted that they make arrangements to come home to Indiana for burial when the time came. Raymond was interred in the Crown Hill Mausoleum. Alice was heartbroken and lonely, alone in their home by the sea.
Alice wanted to do something in Raymond's memory. She remembered that he had always loved trees and decided to establish a tree endowment in his memory. She worked with the Crown Hill Heritage Foundation on plans to beautify the cemetery. The Raymond and Alice Gochenour Tree Fund, A Living Legacy giving the gift of trees for generations to come was started in 2005.
Two Red Sunset maple trees were planted in the triangle in front of the Crown Hill Community Mausoleum soon followed by a third. A bronze memorial with photographs of Alice and Raymond were placed at the trunk of one of the maples. Then flowering plants and shrubs were added. Now Raymond and Alice's tree fund will supply inventory for the new Crown Hill Tree Nursery. One hundred years from now, visitors to the cemetery will stand in awe of the beauty of the multitudinous trees planted in Raymond's memory.
"This town may never by my home again while I live, but: - with a little laugh that was a half apology for sentiment – "there is a place for me at Crown Hill where I hope to lie when my time comes, though the sea or the wilderness may take me unawares."
The Story of Crown Hill
By Anna Nicholas 1928