The cemetery near our old house, almost at dusk.
I am fascinated by turn of the century graves and their engravings.
Joe shares my enthusiasm.
At the bottom of the one day old infants stone it says " One Angel more."
How they loved him to inscribe the stone this way.
It is so sweet and sad to me.
Many child graves are in this cemetery and it is likely due to childhood diseases that are now eradicated by immunizations.
My former nursing staff, at the state prison, was appalled that we frequently visited cemeteries and took photos and that I once went to a garage sale at a funeral home (I bought the prettiest lamp ever). One of the prison doctors (he was from Africa, where voodoo was practiced) told me to stay out of cemeteries. I have no fear of the dead. As a RN in a busy teaching hospital I was required to prepare and take dead bodies to the hospital morgue. If your patient died on your shift you knew you were going to the morgue. When you care for patients for weeks and weeks it is quite natural to give them this final respect. We never saw the undertakers. At smaller hospitals the undertakers arrive and the nurses never see a hospital morgue but not where I worked for nearly half of my life.
Cheerful post today yes?
I do find peace in cemeteries, go take a walk in one and snap some pics.
You might concur.
may joy and peace surround you
Olive
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