tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post7347802374841437299..comments2023-11-05T09:33:58.583+00:00Comments on Nuts in May: Grave YardsMaggie Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06183886005936250976noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-39121033731720531472010-06-18T17:30:25.104+01:002010-06-18T17:30:25.104+01:00I find graveyards fascinating and peaceful. If I w...I find graveyards fascinating and peaceful. If I wasn't afraid of others coming upon us and getting upset in some way - perhaps a feeling that we were disrespecting their loved ones - I'd pack a picnic lunch for MY WIFE and myself and go eat it in the middle of a graveyard tomorrow. Maybe I'll do it anyway!Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-71160268362753191042010-06-16T14:13:23.454+01:002010-06-16T14:13:23.454+01:00I have always loved graveyards and reading the tom...I have always loved graveyards and reading the tombstones.Unspokenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16065870952905767595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-90946279359208086002010-06-16T07:48:45.017+01:002010-06-16T07:48:45.017+01:00Your facination with gravestones triggers an inter...Your facination with gravestones triggers an interest in them for me. I'd have no interest in reading the information on the stones but I definitely see their beauty. Thanks for dropping by and visiting my blog Maggie. You got me spot on.maggiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01695675141316914425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-65757830368797868992010-06-16T05:38:28.410+01:002010-06-16T05:38:28.410+01:00There is a kind of melancholy beauty and faded sad...There is a kind of melancholy beauty and faded sadness in graveyards.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-64734341625964545902010-06-16T03:03:16.360+01:002010-06-16T03:03:16.360+01:00This isn't morbid--the old graveyards are like...This isn't morbid--the old graveyards are like a piece of history. I always wonder, too, about the stories behind some of these headstones.Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01384059342847120951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-30415927267448969232010-06-15T22:09:35.914+01:002010-06-15T22:09:35.914+01:00I think they are fascinating places where you can ...I think they are fascinating places where you can take great pics!Suburbiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05352465945711496612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-613510278127569522010-06-15T17:54:01.608+01:002010-06-15T17:54:01.608+01:00I don't mind graveyards ... and even enjoy the...I don't mind graveyards ... and even enjoy them when they are in a lovely spot. There was one in my university town, perched on top of a hill. It was beautiful and quiet. I would take a book and a picnic up there when I wanted solitude.<br /><br />Like you, I love wandering around the tombstones, reading the names, the dates of birth and death, the memories/sayings that loved ones wanted written on the markers. Perhaps it is a bit morbid, but it's also a way of dealing with something I still find very frightening: DEATH. It also makes me feel very connected to life.chaniagirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14446282334395618108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-22796866561215490512010-06-14T23:19:25.488+01:002010-06-14T23:19:25.488+01:00We have a superb graveyard in the village church. ...We have a superb graveyard in the village church. Hundreds of years old. It is a fascinating place to amble in. It is peaceful and restful and I love reading the old stones too. My brother-in-law loves having picnics in graveyards - now how odd is that?!menopausaloldbag (MOB)https://www.blogger.com/profile/04320287770097378027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-82091227787719402112010-06-14T22:18:42.076+01:002010-06-14T22:18:42.076+01:00Probably if you'll take that decorative headst...Probably if you'll take that decorative headstone to the Antique Royal Show, you will get a handsome valuation. haha<br /><br />I do take photos of the graveyard too.Indayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03591131757572208375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-57954802098598508472010-06-14T22:13:50.995+01:002010-06-14T22:13:50.995+01:00They are beautiful...yet sorrowful places...so ful...They are beautiful...yet sorrowful places...so full of stories...and I too love to read the stones...and imagine what the lives of the people were like...Lovely, lovely photos, Maggie!! I really enjoyed this post! And it just brought peace thinking about it...Love you much!!! Janine XOSniffles and Smileshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10073156486641622612noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-47530331754057495682010-06-14T21:53:26.179+01:002010-06-14T21:53:26.179+01:00Maggie I love walking through the cemetaries and r...Maggie I love walking through the cemetaries and reading the headstones. I used to do this with my father all the time, my husband thought it was morbid. I still enjoy doing this now.<br />Hope you are doing well my friend, you haven't been showing up on my reader.......:-) HugsBerniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03024565921761129108noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-49835650957171724772010-06-14T16:14:31.133+01:002010-06-14T16:14:31.133+01:00I wonder if that is the same Graveyard in Clevedon...I wonder if that is the same Graveyard in Clevedon where, as a child I spotted a headstone with the legand <br />'where ere you be<br />let the wind blow free<br />for it was the wind that <br />killeth me.<br /><br />I have never forgotten it and I must have been seven at the time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-36712722305068185912010-06-14T05:51:18.001+01:002010-06-14T05:51:18.001+01:00I love them too. I remember wandering an old grave...I love them too. I remember wandering an old graveyard in a small town called Winchendon, Massachusetts where we happened upon a pair of simple graves belonging to father and son. The surname was White. Both deaths occurred on a familiar date - one of them lost at sea. We looked at one another as it dawned on us that they had been aboard the Titanic. After our stroll, we went directly to the computer to look the names up and sure enough we'd been right. There are so many interesting stories to determine by reading gravestones.Hilaryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12787493532006658679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-90920844099475685142010-06-14T02:23:01.314+01:002010-06-14T02:23:01.314+01:00I love these places. I remember waiting for an unc...I love these places. I remember waiting for an uncle's burial to begin in a small churchyard in Danbury, Connecticut. During the wait, we discovered one man had about six wives and a zillion kids, all buried around him sequentially. It was wild to learn the economy of marriage and survival back in the day. <br /><br />Thanks for this great post.SandyCarlsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10752798823532580733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-91051011414344722612010-06-14T01:01:09.906+01:002010-06-14T01:01:09.906+01:00Lovely pics, Maggie.
I don't mind graveyards i...Lovely pics, Maggie.<br />I don't mind graveyards if someone is with me, but wouldn't go into one alone.<br />After my Mum died, I used to go to her grave to talk to her, especially when I was expecting our eldest daughter. It was all I had left of her.<br />I must get some photos of that graveyard, cos there are some amazing headstones...visit down the country on summer agenda now!Mimihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08100985140335023467noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-26157846722705651982010-06-13T21:16:18.591+01:002010-06-13T21:16:18.591+01:00Not morbid at all to exhibit a true interest and l...Not morbid at all to exhibit a true interest and love of history! Cause that's what those tombstones are marking -history!Jenihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16425701332785470116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-78919463384830405822010-06-13T21:07:28.431+01:002010-06-13T21:07:28.431+01:00They're my favourite places, Maggie! Full of ...They're my favourite places, Maggie! Full of atmosphere and incredible memories. Not morbid at all; all those people once lived just like us.<br /><br />CJ xxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-79792523597343783032010-06-13T20:46:05.533+01:002010-06-13T20:46:05.533+01:00We look at graveyards a lot. When I was young, it ...We look at graveyards a lot. When I was young, it was something we did every Sunday in Austria. Everyone visited the graveyards on Sundays.Nessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07779269921583131094noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-40210357946382915362010-06-13T17:29:57.032+01:002010-06-13T17:29:57.032+01:00Definitely not morbid. Its been a lifelong fascin...Definitely not morbid. Its been a lifelong fascination for me. My favorite so far is the graveyard in rural Cle Elum, WA, USA. It is a history book, all the families together who died during the 1918 influenza epidemic, young men who died early as miners and loggers, and the little homemade headstones, concrete and shells from the Depression. They are segregated in death, Catholics there, Episcopalians, there, Jews over there, different spots for different Protestants and ethnicities, not much of a melting pot, and yet, there they are together. It makes me think and its such a peaceful place to do it.Celiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14485118642482033233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-52052245892066813312010-06-13T17:06:44.882+01:002010-06-13T17:06:44.882+01:00no its not morbid.I love it!
the design , the hist...no its not morbid.I love it!<br />the design , the history , the imagination. <br />I love to look when I find myself in rural villages in Wales.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-19170592918950445082010-06-13T16:23:57.797+01:002010-06-13T16:23:57.797+01:00I miss graveyards here in the Middle East. There ...I miss graveyards here in the Middle East. There is actually one opposite our house but it is very different to the kind I am used to. Due to culture and religion they tend to just have a rock on top. I think it is one for a man and one for a women...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-41501774012877786312010-06-13T16:16:31.779+01:002010-06-13T16:16:31.779+01:00yes l d too...old ramshackled unkempt ones...
moa...yes l d too...old ramshackled unkempt ones...<br /><br />moannie and did this two summers ago...if l can find the post...some lovely images we took too...<br /><br />love them...<br /><br />always wanted to go around HIghbury cemetery...and more so after l read Niffenegers book -Her Fearful Symmetry<br /><br />thinkingof you..<br />saz xSazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04433666175721615185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-61645082624419463812010-06-13T16:01:10.279+01:002010-06-13T16:01:10.279+01:00There is a sense of history and pathos and beauty ...There is a sense of history and pathos and beauty in these headstones. We wonder into the past for a while; not at all a bad thing. Those who just look ahead, have little appreciation for the past.<br /><br />And appreciation helps us maintain cultural norms.Rosaria Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03133147851332084180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-23019333814892185782010-06-13T15:58:43.551+01:002010-06-13T15:58:43.551+01:00When I browse the headstones I am in touch with th...When I browse the headstones I am in touch with the history they represent. I am not thinking morbid thoughts; rather, I am thinking of what the people did in their lives and how it is different now partly because of what they lived and left for us.CiCihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08615265608675467505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3573997081449536840.post-23653273322916145672010-06-13T14:01:20.784+01:002010-06-13T14:01:20.784+01:00I love the graveyards in England - I found several...I love the graveyards in England - I found several on trips there that were beautiful. Canadian ones are neater and newer, but we have a few that go back to the early 1800's, one near where I live, that are fascinating.<br />When the church I went to as a girl decided to expand the building, my father, who was a solicitor, was in charge of finding the relatives of the graves that needed to be moved and getting permission. A few that he could not find had the headstones moved to a row beside the new building.MARY Ghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13178370815712313585noreply@blogger.com