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Head Out On the Highway, Looking For Adventure






Veteran readers know that when you see the lime green hood we are on our way looking for adventure.  Veterans will also remember we love cemeteries.  For a couple years now we have tried to find the time to go to one up by Andalusia.  Well, we finally found the time.





Most cemeteries are on the edge of town, in it, or on a bluff not far from it.  Some are down lanes off a main road.  This one is far from anything and the lane is easy to miss as it is in between two houses, then down a long lane in bean fields.






Once you reach the end you find a perfectly manicured old place in the center of a forested area.




Many old stones have been placed in cement. 



Final resting place of James McNutt, of Buffalo Prairie.  he mustered in the Union forces on September 4th, 1862 and died a year later on August 21st, 1863 in Helena, Arkansas.  If there was a battle nearby, I have no idea, but Helena is right next to Mississippi state line.  regiment history states they were part of the Vicksburg campaign and went through Helena to get there.  Poor Mr. McNutt must have either come down with something or had an accident. 






Funny with these old cemetery dates.  Seem if they survived childhood, and many didn't, they would go on to live into their 90's.










A worn lamb, symbolizing youth, rests eternally on the stone of some young, unfortunate child.

Adventures are always more fun when you share them with folks.  Once again, the Wombie's come through.

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