Can You Handle More Scenes From the Path?

Can You Handle More Scenes From the Path? - Part 2

Anyone who follows this blog knows I can't resist a leisurely stroll through cemeteries. I find them interesting. Never been to one yet that I didn't find something either historically or personally striking. On my way back home from travelling uptown I was on my way back home and decided to stop at this cemetery that I had ridden past on the way.

It is rather creepy to see vaults lined up in plain sight. Even eerier is that behind these are several children's vaults that I didn't take pictures of. Some things just shouldn't be out in the open.

This is a predominately black cemetery which makes sense, because there is another, presumably white cemetery across road.

You don't see these types of slabs up north.

This looks like a homemade stone. Wonder if Herbert did it himself before he passed away, or maybe his grandkid?

It was strange walking in this place and next door was a high school PE class doing some exercises. The breadth of life: all about me the sight of those gone, and yet hearing the laughing and voices of the young.

Another homemade stone.

Now, why would you name your kid Louis Buie?

A cleverly done stone inscription for "RED".

And now for the funny part. As I was walking around I noticed a car drive in but didn't pay any attention to it. As I was walking some more, the car had turned around and came up the path again and i heard a voice say "Just taking a walk?" I approached and said I was fascinated by cemeteries and he said he was, too. He then asked if I had my funeral pre-arranged and here, is my card and gave me his salesman pitch for pre-need. He worked for the company that owned and maintained this place and, gee, you know there are 124 questions that have to be answered when a loved one dies. My name is Rudy, nice to meet ya, and you know this place is already full but I can get you a nice place up the road. Now I've heard of ambulance chasers but couldn't believe this guy was trolling for business in the cemetery.

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