These are some of our neighbors. They are a quiet bunch. Thankfully, we do not ever see them. *grin*
This cemetery is very old, mostly Civil War era, although it is peppered with souls departed from later dates. What always struck me as odd about this place, is it's... haphazardness. There is no rhyme or reason to the plots and to the layout of the place.
I can see how it has sunken in spots over the years. The hill on one side is far more drastic now than it was when I was 8. And on the back end by the river, well, there are several missing graves from the flooding and the embankment giving way. I will have to go take some photos of the grave stones along the edge where I am pretty sure the occupants no longer rest in peace.
It was a creepy place to me as a child, not so much now. I often wonder about all of those people. Who were they? Where did they live? Were they happy? What did they look like? Although some of the graves have photos on them of the departed and THAT is creepy.. even though I often wonder these things.. More photos to come, when it is not buried under a foot of snow.
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When my backyard was butted to a cemetery, I loved looking at families and their ages, the children fascinated me. What did they die from, where were their funerals, what order did they die in, how did their parents survive the deaths of all those kids? How old were they, what did they look like, did they play in my yard... all those thoughts... I hope, when we buy a house, it is next to a cemetery.
I absolutely love old cemeteries...in fact one might think I'm a little sick when it comes to my interest in them...lol It's the history that gets buried...amazing!
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