Cemetery days

If you read Lynn’s blog, you already know we went to a couple of graveyards to make some rubbings.   Lynn’s rubbings turned out wonderful, she is patient and careful and neat.   Mine, I’m not showing you.

What Lynn didn’t tell you is I have a key to a local cemetery, and I wanted to make sure it worked before we went out, so I went to the cemetery a day before our date.   It worked, but I found a dead cat toward the back of the cemetery.   I decided to bring a shovel with me the next day so I could give the poor creature a proper burial someplace along the edge of the cemetery.   I didn’t think about that while I was dressing the next morning, I was just thinking it was warm and I needed to wear a clean t-shirt.     This is how I found myself wearing a t-shirt with a skull on it, carrying a shovel into an old cemetery.   I might have looked a little creepy, the blue hair probably didn’t help.   If anyone had asked, I’d would have been in trouble, for someone had already removed the cat.   Honest, I have no desire to dig up bodies.

I did take a few pictures of the stones:winged hourglass stone

hand holding stone

open hands stone

Where I stood..

Checking out tombstones again.   I love cemeteries, the residents don’t argue.

Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places Lynn Krawczyk spends her life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. If you’d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places you’ve been on your blog/photo hosting site/website, leave a comment on her Sunday posts telling her where she can find you/your photo and she’ll add a link to her sidebar so others can find you. I am one of those that Lynn has badgered into joining her, I have changed it to “where I stood”, because right now I’m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.

Where I stood..


At Riverside Cemetery, checking out the stones.

I wasn”t the only one visiting the stones, so were the moles. They left squishy ground behind, and visited the dead a lttle closer than I care to.

Riverside is a huge, old cemetery. I always forget how vast it is and how many dead we have in Plymouth. It reminds me even more than our historic buildings, how old our town is.

There are some beautiful monuments.

Cemeteries are beautiful places to wander. Sometimes, they even offer a little humor.

I’ve heard that disc golf started in cemeteries, people trying to hit certain stones with their frisbees. I wonder if it started here.

This person’s name was Bolt. I hope someone bolted down their stone.

“throw me a line, I’m sinking!”

Where I Stand Sunday is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places Lynn Krawczyk spends her life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. If you’d like to join her by posting a photo on Sunday of places you’ve been on your blog/photo hosting site/website, leave a comment on her Sunday posts telling her where she can find you/your photo and she’ll add a link to her sidebar so others can find you. I am one of those that Lynn has badgered into joining her, I have changed it to “where I stood”, because right now I’m sitting in front of the computer, not standing anywhere.