One of my favorite things to do is go exploring in our shed, our barn or our grain bins (What? We’re supposed to store grain in those?). Truthfully, I love exploring any old barn or house but legally I can only explore ours, I suppose. View full post »
Over the weekend, we took the girls on yet another “educational quest” (remember Indian Island?) – this time to an abandoned cemetery.
The cemetery is close to Uncle Melvin’s farm and some of the headstones date back to the early 1800’s.
They are really beautiful and some quite ornate.
This belongs to someone who was far too young upon passing. I came home and researched this verse and in its entirety it reads:
Beautiful, isn’t it? It makes me want to know more about this young girl.
In stark contrast to that intricate, carefully planned resting place is this cemetery located about 10 feet away
This is the cemetery in which the slaves were buried.
If not for this fence, there would be no indication that this is anything other than a clearing in the woods although according to local historians, there are hundreds of people buried here.
It’s really quite a stark contrast and to be honest these pictures don’t even begin to capture how I feel when I stand between these two graveyards.
Pumpkin in particular was quite touched (she’s my sensitive, thoughtful one anyway). She kept looking back and forth and saying, “I just feel so sorry for those people.”
And in that moment, what do you tell a seven year old? I’m not sure I found the perfect words during our conversation but I tried. And I hugged her a lot.
I don’t think she’ll forget this visit anytime soon.