Wanderings and Cemeteries

Posted: March 30, 2015 in Uncategorized

I have always been about wandering in the woods, creeks, and anything of nature. I took about four Geology and Archaeology classes in college and loved them all–the digs, excavations, and field trips, all of it.

I found an old CSA cemetery on one of my wanderings into the woods, Saturday. Went to take pics and my battery was as dead as the residents I walked among in the leaves. The markers were old, faded, and scattered which meant the soldiers were buried where they fell in a skirmish (battle). Guess someone came back and marked them. It was in the deep woods and spring has not touched dried leaves and winter still lives there. Maybe when I go back and I will, folliage will be surrounding all those old tomb rocks. And next time I’ll make sure the camera battery is not low. I dearly love old cemeteries, marked or not. I have found that no matter where it’s located, each is special and the markers or burial tombs do tell a story. It’s a sacred thing to find something like that, like walking on hallowed ground.

Here’s an inscription I found on a CSA grave in NC and the deceased older gentleman obviously felt the need to write his feelings on the tomb rock, before he passed. It’s telling of how he felt about the era and life in few words. There is a bit of truth to his words; I agree. His personality is written on his stone by his own hand. (All written in caps). The gentleman’s son had served in the American Civil War for the South CSA Officer and lived to serve in government. He was wounded three times in battle. It is evident that the son’s father was royally unhappy about the afore mentioned and he wanted someone, stranger or foe to read it.

SON OF NEVIL AND CATHERINE

HERE REST MY SON WITH ME; THE DREAM IS FLED, THE MOTLEY MASK

AND THE GREAT STIR IS OVER.

WELCOME TO ME AND THIS SILENT BED

WHERE DEEP FORGETFULNESS

SUCCEEDS THE ROAR OF LIFE

AND FRETTING PASSIONS WASTE

THE HEART NO MORE.

Writing on a large stone is easy to understand what an older gentleman refers to. Visit an old cemetery sometime. You will find only peace and learn about other eras, the way people lived and died, poor or rich.

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