By Ken Adams The cemetery in Dayton, Nevada is the center of the universe for my family.  Dayton and its cemetery is the place our collective identity began. My mother was born in Dayton, her mother was born there and her grandmother came as a small child.  She came with her father, mother, brothers and sisters in 1867. Her mother and baby sister both died soon after; the mother and daughter were buried in the cemetery overlooking the town and the valley.  Six generations of my family are buried in that primitive, pioneer graveyard. My great-grandmother, grandmother, and mother lived … Continue reading Dayton, Nevada Home Of Footraces, Snowshoe Rescues And Ghostly Encounters