Well, actually there are quite a few of these on my roads traveled. I have, quite possibly, the worst sense of direction, but that lack of gift (or maybe it is the gift!) takes me to many unexpected and wonderful surprises.
While trying to get to one Meech Cemetery, I ended up on a beautiful, quiet rural road lined by huge maples and on this road sat one of those surprises I mentioned. Nestled next to a house and otherwise surrounded by miles of rolling farmland sat peaceful, quiet, little Crosman Cemetery - old and surprisingly well-kept. I was to find out why soon enough.
As my mini-me and I snapped photos, a man wandered from the house next door hollering "You gonna take all of them?" I laughed and replied "I'm going to try!" I explained to him what I do and he immediately relaxed and began talking.
As my crafty mini-me surreptitiously took his photo, he told me stories. How when he moved here 40 years ago, he crawled hands and knees digging in the plot of weeds and high grasses next to his house, finding stones. How he and his sons repaired with cement, propped back up and cared for the them. (I saw cemented stones as the proof.)
He explained why, at the front of the yard, there, in a row of markers are a couple turned facing backwards from the road. A neighbor farmer had dumped the stones he had found somewhere on his own property at the cemetery, instead of preserving their original location. So, our guide, he uprighted them but turned them facing opposite the others because those people were not actually buried there.

I don't know why but I find myself feeling very sad that this gentlemen is moving away - all that loss of knowledge. If I was still an oral historian, I'd see if he would be interviewed.
ReplyDeleteI remember my mother telling me years ago - as we sat in the dining room of a bed and breakfast establishment watching an elderly guest do the most fantastic portraits of people on his newspaper -saying, wouldn't it be nice if our elders' memories could be transferred to someone younger (the word 'download' didn't exist then. I didn't react at the time, but your post reminded me of it.
It is sad that he is moving, but I have to say I feel so lucky to have stumbled upon the cemetery and him. There is nothing better than hearing stories first hand. He had a wealth of history and knowledge... I mean... this was essentially HIS place. I will go back and see how it is holding up for sure. My sneaky daughter captured all his photos.... So glad I brought her along!!!
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