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Sunday was a day for adventures.

I discovered Red Wing Cemetery (the Old Crestone Cemetery) along a county road taken on impulse.
I was hard pressed to find any markers later than 1930.
Many only had rough, but lovely, carvings. I kept thinking of the people who so diligently inscribed these stones and how they were feeling at the time.
Amazing to me that the large marble embedded in this one has been left untouched for over 90 years.
Many graves had no names, just rough wooden crosses, or nothing at all. But I could still see mounds and stones that indicated those otherwise unmarked.
This was the fanciest marker in the cemetery.
A little patriotism thrown in for good measure.
At the foot of the sandstone cliffs with a view of the mountains is not a bad spot to rest until your next go-round.

Very early in my cemetery browsing days, I learned not to step directly on graves. In this one, it was nearly impossible to tell, so I found myself continually and spontaneously apologizing, just in case.

Daily gratitudes:

  • That the wind has calmed (for now)
  • That the power is back on (again, for now)
  • The long cat sleeping on my legs
  • Books
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Hope you’ve enjoyed seeing just a part of Las Vegas through my eyes.

The Plaza Hotel from a corner of the Square.
The bar, which we did not get to hang out at.
And which looks much more upscale than when I was last here in 1990 on my honeymoon with ex-Pat.
Art and sun.
Something you don’t see every day.
I debated sharing this but it really had an impact on me. We explored one of the local cemeteries and these were, we deduced, the graves of COVID-19 victims who could not have a formal funeral. There were several long rows just like this off to the side of the cemetery.
Bye now.

Today’s gratitudes:

  • Sunshine
  • That MKL and Pharaoh arrive today
  • My truck
  • That I’ve won over one of the postal workers (it only took six months)

Our mother-daughter labor day trip delrailed from its original “Roadside America” theme this year. Kelsea was exhausted and needed some rest. We had an “at home” day, where we did nothing but binge-watch “Playing House” and “Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell.” Then we had a mountain day, where we headed up to Central City, to the Cemetery, which is one of Kelsea’s favorite places, did some four-wheeling, ate battered and fried shoe insole in the form of country-style steak, and today, we had a Labor Day cookout with MKL’s side of the family, and then sat on a bench with a beautiful view and read for an hour in the wind. Not typical of our weekends, but still, our time together was lovely and always the most important part. And here in Colorado, the aspens are turning early, a sign of an early fall.

Central City Cemetery
Central City, Colorado.

Quote of the day: ““Most people say about graveyards: “Oh, it’s just a bunch of dead people. It’s creepy.” But for me, there’s an energy to it that it not creepy, or dark. It has a positive sense to it.” — Tim Burton

Daily gratitudes:
Mother-daughter time
A new set of family
Playing with a 2-year old
Ice water
My truck

Today’s guest poet: Emily Bronte


I die but when the grave shall press
The heart so long endeared to thee
When earthy cares no more distress
And earthy joys are nought to me.

Weep not, but think that I have past
Before thee o’er the sea of gloom.
Have anchored safe and rest at last
Where tears and mourning can not come.

‘Tis I should weep to leave thee here
On that dark ocean sailing drear
With storms around and fears before
And no kind light to point the shore.

But long or short though life may be
‘Tis nothing to eternity.
We part below to meet on high
Where blissful ages never die.

Photo title: Remembrance and Respect

Black Hills National Cemetery, Sturgis, South Dakota.

Quote of the day: “In war, there are no unwounded soldiers.”  —  Jose Narosky

Daily gratitudes:
Soft pillows
Soft earth

Photo title: Old Boo

Baltimore, Maryland.

Quote of the day: “A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the  window, the latch rises.  Ghosts were created when the first man awoke in the night.”  —  J.M. Barrie

Daily gratitudes:
The person wandering around downtown Denver in the Angry Bird costume
The man with the scarlet socks
That I forgot that it was Halloween today, which makes people in costume a special surprise
Working late in Starbucks
Watching the night fall and glow
Anything silk

Photo title: Remembrance

Above Central City, Gilpin County, Colorado.

Quote of the day: “Wherever you are is always the right place. There is never a need to fix anything, to hitch up the bootstraps of the soul and start at some higher place. Start right where you are.”  —  Julia Cameron

Daily gratitudes:
My newly rented Halloween costume
The Red Couch
Black cows, blue mountains
Dot’s Diner
The people I love

Some of you (and now more of you) know of my fondness for cemeteries, particularly old cemeteries.  In our short time in Southport yesterday, we stopped in the cemetery there, which is known as the Old Southport Burying Ground, the Smithville Cemetery, or the Old Smithville Burying Ground, depending on your source.

The city’s founder, Benjamin Smith, was a Colonel in the Continental Army and governor of North Carolina in 1810. He is buried somewhere in the grounds, but exactly where is a mystery.  Gravestones of that age have naturally been subject to much wear and tear from the elements, and his marker is one of the victims of time (aren’t we all though?) A monument to him has been erected in the cemetery, but I didn’t know any of this at the time we visited.

Revolutionary war General Robert Howe was also born in Brunswick County and is memorialized in the Burying Ground.  It’s a place that I’d love to research more.  We were assaulted here as well by swarms of mosquitoes, so we didn’t have as much time to spend as we would have liked. So for now, these images will have to suffice.

Old Southport Burying Ground and its oak trees

Interesting embalming-table-style gravemarkers - just a little bit creepy.

George, hiding behind a tree.

A contrast of the old and the new.

Marked, yet unmarked.

Rebecca. "Relict" is not a term one hears much these days.

Sarah's stone.

I was surprised at the dead leaves on the graves in the middle of the summer, though I probably shouldn't have been, It just seemed off somehow.

Between two oaks.

James' new stone....

and James' old stone. And the recently placed confederate flags on both speak volumes.

The Davis family plot. I miss the ornateness of the past in our new cemeteries.

A sorrowing angel...riding a turtle.

Willie Marie, the lost daughter of William and Marie. Her little name offers an inexpressible poignancy.

My favorite shot. Must be the splash of faded color.

A parting look.

December 2022


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