also i went to the cemetery again
also i went to the cemetery again
Uley Road Cemetery, Craigmore, South Australia, July 2020.
Here lies Rodney Crampton
His friends called him “Rod”
A fish took his life,
When he ate year old cod.
Sometimes waking up at 530am is worth it to see your local cemetery in the morning fog
Ibis on a fence by Red Wolf
Angel of Death…🕸
Hřbitov Střílky, Ignác J. Cirani (?), 1730-43, Střílky, CZ
6/2020, Olympus OM1
Ekklisia Evaggelistria Church Cemetery
Timothy Burr (~1749-1799). Ancient Burial Ground, Hartford, Connecticut. Photo taken 29 March 2019.
@i-have-beards has been visiting since June 30th and I’m enjoying every second. Yesterday we had a small adventure: Publix subs and and a trip to Old St. Joseph Cemetery in Port St. Joe and Chestnut Street Cemetery in Apalachicola. On the way into Port St. Joe driving through Mexico Beach we saw so much of the damage caused by Hurricane Michael from when it made landfall. We ate our Cuban subs in the parking area of the Old St. Joseph Cemetery and walked around the plots. There are very few marked graves as much of the land was used as mass graves during the yellow fever outbreak in the 1840s. The majority of the marked graves are small cement blocks with handwritten messages, names, and approximate dates. One handwritten headstone message that stood out the most was simply, “My Brother”, with no name, birthdate, or death date. There were a small handful of WW2 graves scattered about the cemetery, but the vast majority were unmarked concrete slabs. Through the gates, all but one grave was unmarked. The town was depopulated by yellow fever, so the bodies were piled into mass graves as there were too many bodies to bury one by one. The Chestnut Street Cemetery, established in the 1840s was also full of yellow fever victims as well as Confederate soldiers, though there were many more headstones and marked graves to be found. Many of the headstones were very ornate and many prominent town members were buried in that cemetery, the most notable of which were clergy and their families. The number of tiny headstones and grave plots erected for the babies and children lost was startling. The headstone of a 2-month-old baby reading, “a bud on earth to bloom in heaven” was found in a large family plot. I wondered aloud to Scott if the dead in that cemetery were resting in peace, considering the awful deaths they must have experienced from the fever and the war. We then drove around Apalach and found a Black Lives Matter sign hanging from the Trinity Episcopal Church. Finally, we had our fill of exploring and headed back home. Scott leaves Sunday and I’m not ready to miss him again yet. I’ve had a wonderful week and a half and October can’t come soon enough!! You and me both, babe.
my baby senses were tingling
Strange things happen when the air is thicker than split-pea soup. The mourning dove’s sob overhead should’ve been enough of a warning, I suppose.
Super mad that I can’t find this post that had basically graveyard etiquette but it was in depth on what to do entering, leaving offerings, acknowledging things, etc and I can’t find it 😭 so if someone sees this and knows what I’m talking about can you please send it my way? 👉🏻👈🏻
Our sweet little Anna,
she was our little dancer.
‘til she was eaten by wolves.
Just kidding, it was cancer.
Lawrence Back Church Cemetery, Clarington, ON
St Mary’s, Reigate, Surrey.