tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14484567.post112548843146753356..comments2024-01-18T03:37:05.392-05:00Comments on • CLEW'S BLUES •: Epitaphsclewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11160166319971765227noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14484567.post-1140536584567298782006-02-21T10:43:00.000-05:002006-02-21T10:43:00.000-05:00Hi Clew,Thanks for sharing Epitaphs. You make me ...Hi Clew,<BR/>Thanks for sharing Epitaphs. You make me want to explore more and find one of those beautiful tree trunk monuments. I remember once visiting a huge cemetery in Rochester, New York. It was so hilly that it reminded me of a Dr. Seuss book. I was told it went on for miles and that some of the roads had become impassable by car. I have always wondered what wonderful works of granite are still waiting there.John Ellsworthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15298971985504279504noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14484567.post-1125612953946632312005-09-01T18:15:00.000-04:002005-09-01T18:15:00.000-04:00You're not the only one with this fascination. We...You're not the only one with this fascination. We're a lot more alike than you may know.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14484567.post-1125526915608150952005-08-31T18:21:00.000-04:002005-08-31T18:21:00.000-04:00I have done this many times as well. A small ceme...I have done this many times as well. A small cemetary I've gone to has a whole family of children...five or six of them, all lost within a couple of years of one another (1800's). How the mother's heart must have broken and I marvel at the strength she had to go on with life. We think we have it hard...but can you imagine such a loss?<BR/><BR/>On Veteran's Day, the students from our high school's history class research veteran's who are buried in the cemetary outside of town. They don period clothing and reinact that time as the person buried there. It's a lovely and moving tribute to our past.Lorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05334129707341089450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14484567.post-1125508807430477352005-08-31T13:20:00.000-04:002005-08-31T13:20:00.000-04:00I also like the way you take common things in real...I also like the way you take common things in real life and make them yours -trough words- and eventually ours, your readers. I really thank you for that.<BR/>:)Emit-Flestihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05820232040841158107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14484567.post-1125499475688140162005-08-31T10:44:00.000-04:002005-08-31T10:44:00.000-04:00I've always had a strange affinity for very old ce...I've always had a strange affinity for very old cemeteries. My high school friends and acquaintances doubtless thought it was morbid beyond belief, but I did "rediscover" an early 1800s cemetery back in the woods behind the park. I would sneak back there with my notebook and write, sitting on the large stones surrounded by overgrown grass. It was never the death that was the fascination for me, it was the stories. I always wanted to know who the people had been when they were alive. <BR/><BR/>A friend and I were talking about this recently on a visit to a different cemetery. There were stones of children, stones without names, stones with obscure sigils. We had no connection to any of these people. It was clear that no family came to visit them anymore. But we looked at their stone markers, whispered their names. It may be that their ghosts heard their names across all that vast gulf of life and time, and knew that they and their lives were not completely forgotten.Bainwen Gilranahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543794290905168511noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14484567.post-1125498415045214852005-08-31T10:26:00.000-04:002005-08-31T10:26:00.000-04:00I never knew this about you....this is also one of...I never knew this about you....this is also one of my favorite things to do, but ususally don't share the knowledge of this pastime with many for fear of being laughed at or considered weird as in the past.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14484567.post-1125490704644210802005-08-31T08:18:00.000-04:002005-08-31T08:18:00.000-04:00WHen I went to college there was a Quaker cemetery...WHen I went to college there was a Quaker cemetery behind the campus. And, it was nice to always go there. I would write down names from the headstones, and put them in my journal. I'd use the names in stories. There is nothing like finding unique names! especially the pre-1900Bougie Black Boyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00506775720375703221noreply@blogger.com