I haven’t walked any streets this week, but I walked some
roads nonetheless.
I’ve written before about how cemeteries fascinate me –
the stones, the names, the stories I imagine in my mind. But with all my
traveling, I have neglected the cemeteries in my own hometown, thinking that
there was nothing fascinating among those stones. Wrong.
My hubby was the grounds’ keeper for Greenwood Cemetery
for, I think, seven years. He shared lots of stories about those stones. And loved
to say that it was the perfect job – he had a thousand people beneath him and
none of them complained. (That’s a very good thing.)
There are a few old stones in main part of the cemetery.
But if you go straight back and into the woods, you find
these.
The hubby says that it used to be the catholic cemetery
but years ago they moved the catholic section to Calvary south of town.
Families who couldn’t afford to move the graves of their loved ones, or if
there was no family left, those graves got left behind.
In October 2003, Chris Erickson cleaned out this section
as his Eagle Scout project. Too bad that it has mostly gone back to the woods.
I would love to
hear from you if you know whether the story of this old part of Greenwood is
true.
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