Sunday, March 14, 2010
Green Cemetery
Anyone who lives in New England has seen them, those tiny, ancient cemeteries that turn up in the strangest places, like in forests and parks, along the roadsides and even in the middle of bustling urban settings. Many of our beautifully landscaped cemeteries fugue into these crumbling old sections where tombstones dating back hundreds of years can be found spread over scraggly lawns devoid of trees and care. Photo 1 is the stone of a Revolutionary War veteran and is dated 1788. It is still far from being the oldest stone is this cemetery. Photo 2 shows a drawing that was prevalent on many of the tombstones in that section, and I was a bit taken aback because they look like cartoon "shmoos" (or "shmoes" depending on who you ask) that we would draw in our school books as kids. Photo 3 shows a stone with a Christmas wreath propped against it, and I had to wonder who placed it there since all the stones in that area are approximately 200 to 300 years old.
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- Hi, and welcome to my blog! In my working life I'm a cook, and in my personal life I'm married and have two daughters, plus a Chihuahua named Minnie. I am also a culinary school graduate with a degree in pastry arts. When I have a day off the first thing I think about is getting my camera and hitting the road. I've always loved road trips and I've been carrying a camera since I got a 110 Instamatic for my birthday when I was a kid. So, we get in the car and travel all over seeking out new back roads and new places to visit. At least twice a year we head up to the Northeast Kingdom in Vermont and take in some of the best scenery New England has to offer, and we get to New Hampshire, too. We also do some shorter trips to Rhode Island, Massachusetts, and sometimes even New York state (although it's not in New England) and once in a blue moon, we get to Maine. When I'm not on the road I'm right here at home reading, writing, watching some classic television like Andy Griffith, or Minnie and I are out strolling in the cemeteries enjoying the art and remembering the people.
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