History-The Other Side of the Street (part II)

This morning the dogs and I went on our walk to the “other” cemetery. It is directly across the street from the Confederate one, however, this one is referred to as “black” on the links that mention the sites.

When I was a child this cemetery was so over grown if it weren’t for the brick entrance with the chain across the road, you would have never known anything was in all that brush. Sometime in the past 20 years people have gone in and cleaned up. There is a definite difference to the “energy” between the two places.

This one, much more colorful-there are flowers (even if they are plastic) on several of the graves. The stones are not as elaborate; many of them are just metal markers with long since faded card inserts. The image above is the “fanciest” and who ever is buried under all that color was mighty loved. There isn’t a marker, just the brick wall and a garden stone with a quote (and all the flowers)..

The personality in this place is evident everywhere you look. This one defined by cedar fencing and a small garden edging. I am not sure if the man buried there is really tall or they just had that much “fence”.

Everyone always asks me who is in charge of upkeep on this cemetery-as if I am the official caretaker knower-er in this area.

I don’t know.
I do know that this side of the street is much more creative than the other side.

OH, now I know why I like this one more.
(some days I am just slow I tell ya)

It reminds me of my mama’s family grave yard in Tennessee. Many of her relatives didn’t have the money to get fancy stones and they used what they had. One of her relatives is buried under a roof. I kid you not. i wish I had a picture of that. Two pieces of galvanized roofing and a triangle of lattice made up his monument. Much love there too.

OOOO. I almost promised no more cemetery stories for awhile, because there aren’t any in walkin’ distance, but there ARE.

Until next time my pretties.