Out for a walk this morning, I ran into Scotty coming down North Avenue. “Where did you sleep last night,” I asked? “In my usual spot down at the cemetary, on the porch.” I guess I’d call it a quiet room with a view.
Tag: cemetary
Highland Cemetery, Greenfield MA
Beck’s grave. A gnome with a shovel on a gravestone.
Mathey served as a fireman, though I thought the hydrant might have been a symbol that he liked to walk his dog.
Meriott hunted.
Conant lived here.
What anniversary? Put a photo on a grave? Not mine. But, perhaps, there should be a link to a web page with more images of them, so we could see them in real life.
Get Low Duck
I realize that I am not supposed to be in a cemetery, because I am a Kohane. So I go in my street clothes, instead of my priestly garb. One day, I will lie here in a shroud, to be followed by Sharon. Pretty wierd feeling to be looking up at the sky from the spot where I will lay for eternity.
Hope Cemetery and Its Vehicles
The Pharaohs had boats to take them to the Netherworld. Some at Hope Cemetery have their lives as drivers recognized in death. Another must have liked to drive while listening to music. One has the car ready to drive the causeway to heaven. The graphics and sculptures make going to graveyards uplifting and interesting. All the dead have stories, but few have illustrations that hint of their lives. The addition of images gives those who didn’t know the person interred a hint as to their backgrounds and reminds those who do of something of importance to their loved one which they adorned to the grave in what must have been an act of love.