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.
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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