The breathtaking view from his farmstead might help explain why Salem’s first dry-goods dealer took early retirement to work on the sunny hillside instead. He lies there today, buried next to his wife in an old cemetery that’s still in use. They overlook a good portion of the Willamette Valley, and on a clear day you can see the coastal range over the vineyard that replaced some of the peach orchard Cox cultivated.
Ankeny was the name of a prominent Portland banker, whose son farmed and raised livestock in the country. That son’s young boy is buried in the old graveyard, too. The aging headstone is deceiving, as it says “Allie” — the name by which they called 14-year-old Henry Alexander Ankeny.