The forty fifth in a series
featuring a member of
The Graveyard Rabbit Association
I took my first grave photos on a school trip to Washington D. C. as a fifth grader. I still have the ones for John F. Kennedy and the Tomb of the Unknowns. I remember photographing the grave of George and Martha Washington but I don’t know what happened to it. The historical significance was most likely the reason I took them instead of any attraction.
My love of cemeteries developed through genealogy. It wasn't until the last few years that I really noticed the beauty that can be found in a cemetery. In the beginning my visits were limited to locating specific people, photographing the headstone for my records and leaving. That all changed along the way.
Fast forward several decades from those first 3 photos and I find time well spent walking and discovering the people of our silent cities. Some cemeteries beckon you. Often I am drawn to a particular part of a cemetery or even a particular grave. I need no explanation. How long has it been since some have had a visitor? Or had their name spoken out loud?
I have become very interested in the symbolism found on many headstones. As I stand before a grave I [almost] ask “what am I being told about you?” Many of our ancestors left us a message about those that have departed this life through headstones and epitaphs. What will your headstone tell about you?