Heading west and south of where I live, it’s not unusual to come across old back road cemeteries.
Some are now tucked away next to subdivisions and shopping centers. Twenty years ago, those things weren’t there, but the cemetery was. Probably for well over a hundred years.
Most of the time these old back road cemeteries sit at the highest spot, surrounded by pretty much nothing. Corn and soy bean fields, maybe a farm house nearby, otherwise nothing.
Came across one while out wandering, don’t even know the name of the road. I just know where it is, now.
Of course I had to pay a visit.
This one is really well kept. Somebody does a nice job of maintaining the grounds.
The oldest head stones date back to the mid 1800’s and when they get that old some of the stones collapse and there is no way to prop it back up. Who ever is taking care of this cemetery goes to a lot of trouble to trim back the grass on even the fallen stones.
I came across one stone that looked old and was in with others that date back over 150 years. I found it interesting, intriguing and disturbing all at once.
There was a name on it, a first name only.
That was it.
No birth date, no death date like all the others.
Just a first name.
Having been raised Catholic, I have a respect for the dead and where they lay. As kids we were told to watch where we walk so we weren’t walking on somebody’s grave.
To this day I have that in the back of my head.
Oops, sorry, scuse me, sorry…
Even so, when I found this head stone I had to fight the urge to take it with me.
What are the chances of ever coming across something like this again.
I think it would look good in my yard.