Bits and pieces of my Sunday afternoon...
All pics click bigger for details,
if you're into that kind of thing.
While I can't convey what I felt there,
maybe some of these pics will touch you
like they touched me.
This is a very small cemetery,
old in some parts and new in others.
I only kept to the old part.
So old, some stones were scarred
broken and mended
adding to the desolation effect.
Many markers were just stones laid flat on the ground -
notice how they all depict date of death
but not of birth?
Forgotten families laid out side by side
for eternal rest...
The older stones are hard to decipher
but most still have character...
This one broke my heart:
just one simple stone marker
for a child born and died the same year...
...and next to her simple stone,
that of her brother:
Born in 1792, lived a long full life -
kind of a miracle back in those days...
Two more babies laid to rest
side by side...
I wish I could read these inscriptions
worn smooth by time...
This is the only stone cross in the cemetery -
and a very old one, at that:
Some families could afford better stones than others:
wife of a doctor, eternal:
A life, resumed in a few phrases
carved in stone:
I wonder: do you want to be remembered this way?
Or just have your ashes scattered, no stone to commemorate
the passing of your soul?