Today I brought my camera when I took the car in for a check-up. It was lovely, sunny and cool (for a "rainy day"). While walking the country road I entered a well-groomed cemetery. At first I thought the subjects for snapshots would be the surrounding woods and fields, but instead my attention drifted toward the section with many old monuments. Here are a few that seemed interesting to me:
This time-worn cherub stands guard in the early morning sunlight which was glaring off the polished marble.
Whenever I see a little lamb monument I think about the family who lost an infant and forever grieved their loss. My maternal grandmother lost a child at birth, and my paternal grandmother lost a newborn infant as well. An aunt and an uncle I have never met. Perhaps someday they will come up to me and say, "Here we are!" in joyous greeting.
This man from Ireland lived a long life, passing on about 126 years ago. I wonder what stories he might have told of coming from the Olde Country, the contrasts he found in this place, his new home, and why he left the Emerald Isle to cross the ocean.
Almost completely crusted with lichen, much of this inscription is still readable. I was tempted to scrape it off, but it wasn't mine to do so.
No identifying letters or dates, no name indicating for whom it was erected, this monument appears to have broken off a long time ago. Only a cross endures the harsh eraser of time. Someone's passing was noted, even if he or she remains a mystery to this present generation.
Here was a grave of yet another native of Ireland. I found it interesting that the person's county of origin was noted.
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