I like to go to cemeteries. These stones commemorate the lives of somebody's husbands, daughters, wives, sons, uncles, cousins, aunts, friends. In really old cemeteries there is no one left who remembers the people beneath these stones, and I think it does honor to their memory to go and spend some time with them.
Whenever I walk in a cemetery, have a picnic, or even play frisbee there, I take some time to read the stones and think of the lives they represent. Something in me thinks that the people who were buried here might enjoy happiness and laughter, as they sometimes did in life.
This cemetery has two levels. The older, more populated tier is right up next to Cochran Road and is the resting place of old Richmond's Irish and French Canadian populations. |