Boneyard Garden Exploration
Cemeteries do not frighten me; they are serene places that are frequently neglected until a new tenant comes to reside. Unlike some individuals I know, I would not mind if I lived next door to one. It is not as if the occupants are going to be climbing up from their plot and banging on my door asking for a cup of tea with a bit of sugar.
The notion of my demise does make me uneasy, but no one can elude death. Sooner or later (I hope a lot later) my final abode will be a cemetery. Cemeteries are full of history. Most importantly, your history lies somewhere in a cemetery.
History has always fascinated me. “Those who do not know the past are destined to repeat it,” is one of my favorite quotes from George Santayana. …show more content…
I knew I would need to take my camera and a notebook/pen to document any new findings. I was already raring to go days before our trip.
We took our journey Monday morning on September 1, 2008. Not much occurred during the relatively short 30-minute ride. We mostly talked about family and sang horribly along with the radio.
We could not have picked a more beautiful day to visit a cemetery. The sun was brilliant and cheerful. The birds were chattering to themselves. The warm morning breeze danced around as we made our way from the car to the where the graves were.
Luckily, the grounds of the cemetery was well kept and in an open area. The older headstones were worn and difficult to read. A few of them were broken and the top halves were propped up against the foundation of the stones. As we wander through, we were able to find 62 various surnames ranging from Barnhill to Wright.
The oldest grave I was able to find belong to Nancy Louisa Spivey Harrelson. She was born in July 1859 and died in 1879. She was married to my first cousin four times removed. Which means that my fourth great grandfather was his grandfather. The most recent grave belonged to Cleta Alma Duncan Worley. She was born on January 7, 1922 and she died on December 25,
Cemeteries do not frighten me; they are serene places that are frequently neglected until a new tenant comes to reside. Unlike some individuals I know, I would not mind if I lived next door to one. It is not as if the occupants are going to be climbing up from their plot and banging on my door asking for a cup of tea with a bit of sugar.
The notion of my demise does make me uneasy, but no one can elude death. Sooner or later (I hope a lot later) my final abode will be a cemetery. Cemeteries are full of history. Most importantly, your history lies somewhere in a cemetery.
History has always fascinated me. “Those who do not know the past are destined to repeat it,” is one of my favorite quotes from George Santayana. …show more content…
I knew I would need to take my camera and a notebook/pen to document any new findings. I was already raring to go days before our trip.
We took our journey Monday morning on September 1, 2008. Not much occurred during the relatively short 30-minute ride. We mostly talked about family and sang horribly along with the radio.
We could not have picked a more beautiful day to visit a cemetery. The sun was brilliant and cheerful. The birds were chattering to themselves. The warm morning breeze danced around as we made our way from the car to the where the graves were.
Luckily, the grounds of the cemetery was well kept and in an open area. The older headstones were worn and difficult to read. A few of them were broken and the top halves were propped up against the foundation of the stones. As we wander through, we were able to find 62 various surnames ranging from Barnhill to Wright.
The oldest grave I was able to find belong to Nancy Louisa Spivey Harrelson. She was born in July 1859 and died in 1879. She was married to my first cousin four times removed. Which means that my fourth great grandfather was his grandfather. The most recent grave belonged to Cleta Alma Duncan Worley. She was born on January 7, 1922 and she died on December 25,