There are two Young family cemeteries in my neck of the woods. I found them both, but only went to one, since the other is on private land and they say no trespassing.
I feel like I live in the land of cool cemeteries. No, I doubt anything will ever top the Barnes cemetery, with its marble-decorated headstones and graves full of trinkets and figurines. But the Young cemetery, with its one wooden headstone, was pretty damn awesome. I don’t know how many places you can still see a wooden grave market, since they obviously don’t stand up to the elements well, but there’s one in my neck of the woods.
And the Pattersons? Outside of the fence?
It’s hard to know–there are two fenced cemeteries right in a row, with the Pattersons between them–why aren’t they just considered one cemetery? All fenced in together? There’s a story there, and it may be an easy one or it may be a difficult one, but I wish I knew it.
I want to learn to see this as an old place. And I feel cheated that I do not.
But I’m trying to slowly learn it.
This place is really crowded. That ends up being the thing I can’t get over. There have always been so many people here.
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I live in the land of cool cemeteries, too. There’s one about 4 miles down the road that I took a bunch of pictures at last year that has a lot of Civil War graves, with the ones of babies of the same time almost equal in number.
There is also a small one right over the trees from my kitchen window that I have never been to! I KNOW! It’s like the equivalent of three blocks away! I was going to go there yesterday but it rained the whole damn day. The old guy across (or do you say ‘acrost?’) the pond told me last fall that someone came there last year and used a divining stick to try to determine where some of the older graves (that had lost their markers) were. Now my plan is to go there tomorrow. I’m excited!
Oooo, cool. Come back and let us know how it went.