We reverently walked among the lovely tombstones reading about the lives that came before us. I took many pictures because they were so stirring, but will share a few with you. Maybe if you click and enlarge them you can see the details too.
Allow me to share with you some of the etched sentiments on the ones I could read...
Wife of... died 1782
Mortals while in this silent tomb
her day cold corps doth rest
her virtues long on earth
In between her soul is blest
I love this one, simple but telling: " She hath done what she could"
this one was so interesting to me because of the different fonts used to tell the story.
Really each headstone was a work of art. Who carved them? and how wonderful that someone took the time and money to memorialize their loved one.
How many people walked here before us.
I love history.
I am not including them all, and my pictures don't do them justice, but they were art y'all.
Standing, disintegrating art. The words from 1700's probably being destroyed by pollution or car exhaust, maybe just time and the elements.
On another: Abigail died in 1772, in her 59th year
"Come hither mortals cast an eye
then go thy way prepare to die
here read thy doom for die thou must
(and here the tombstone was being swallowed by the earth...)
-----------------you to dust.
We stayed at least a half hour or more, then Cole said, er, can we move on now?? It's getting chilly...
Across the street was this house, for all those afraid of the number 13
I'll leave you this Halloween with this last picture, of a "dead" tree trying to come back. The life coming from death struck me as important.