Yeah, so I like cemeteries. I admit it.
“Hello, my name is Sheila, and I am a Taphophile”
I wonder if this is where, when I walk through the cemetery gates everyone yells “Sheila!” like in Cheers. Hmmmmm, I hope not, considering most people in the cemetery are pretty much dead.
The kids and I went out ‘cemetery hopping’ yesterday. We visited my grandmothers’ ancestors and all their ‘new neighbors’. Anyhow, something about poking around in cemeteries exhilarates me. It all started when I did the family genealogy for Shane’s side and started mine. Then I was hooked. I have far too many pics of my kids as toddlers posing with headstones. Yeah, I know, strange. frickin creepy.
There’s just something about visiting those once forgotten. To wonder about their lives and who they were. We always make a point to stop and visit the graves of the little ones. The babies. Every cemetery has a slew of children who died in 1917/18 from influenza. I imagine the pain of the young mothers who lost their child. In some cases, children. It always chokes me up. (continue to pics ~ Continue reading
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