Spooky, eh?
Don't ask me to remember exactly where in New England this was taken. All the cemeteries I dragged my children to visited blur together. But oh… The cemeteries there! If it's not weird to admit it, I lust after them.
Okay, that is a little weird. Maybe a lot.
One more New England vacation and my kids will either come to be unintimidated by death or spend the rest of their lives in therapy, telling their doctors how I dragged them to see dead people on a constant basis.
As of right now it stands at 50-50.
Bluestalking 
Oops. I hadn’t really thought about the effect on my youngsters when I did that. Could explain a lot… Now where did I put that therapist’s number?
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Ah, what a beautiful epitaph there!
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George, I always love it when they reference worms! And why I’ve left instructions to be cremated.
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S.S., everytime we pass a cemetery my children point the other direction excitedly, in a vain attempt to distract me. But I am wise to their machinations. Oh yes, I am. I have a sixth sense when it comes to dead people.
Um. Maybe I should rephrase that.
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I am a cemetery nut too. I love the history and the peace and quiet.
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I love this. I’m fascinated with old cemetaries too, always have been, and New England offers some of the best this country has to offer.
BTW, are you going to do your Peeps action scene photos this year?
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I love how you can still see the lines they used to keep the words even. And how they just stick in letters at the end of a line, when they run out of room. That tells you how expensive these must have been. They couldn’t just start over when they made a little mistake. Plus, all that hand carving! Just amazing. What we have today isn’t anywhere near the same.
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