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Gravestone photographers, how are we doing?

11 years ago

I got a late start this spring, and made my first excursion yesterday, visiting a very old cemetery I'd never seen. My friend Christine went with me. She's more than a decade older than I, but far more vigorous, so she started at the far end while I took the easy section.

FindAGrave said the cemetery was 63% photographed, and if I'd thought about it I would have realized the more accessible stones were probably already done. But I didn't think about it, so most of the pictures I took were redundant. But Christine found two of the names on our list of requests, and that was good.

I got the feeling insects were taking over this cemetery. Something we never identified buzzed about our faces, and I had to brush countless tent caterpillars off the stones. Perhaps they were attracted to them because of the stones' unusually heavy coating of lichens. And I've never seen so many little ant hills in one place. Poison ivy was everywhere!

I met a visitor from Ireland who likes old cemeteries, although I doubt this one was "old" by Irish standards. He told me about a favorite of his that goes back to the 13th century.

I found this gravestone amusing because when I took the picture I didn't realize it was broken; I thought the name had been left off for some reason. Thanks to the ever-miraculous Google, I discovered the missing name: Mahala Kimble Atherton.


And what about this one, which was all by itself, seemingly unattached to any family plot? My dad's name was Harry, so I had to take a picture.


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