I went a-wandering this afternoon, down to the Mt. Auburn Cemetery on Piedmont Avenue, down the street from my house. The stones aren't old by east-coast standards, or by Spanish-mission ones either, but there are names from all over the world. It's a lovely place to go, winding roads and sidewalks spiraling up little hills, strange names and
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what i especially liked about this one, more than others in the cemetery with the same general pattern, is the fine filigree-work behind the knotwork...you can't see it well in the photo, but it makes the whole design look like heavy knotted rope laid over a lace-net mesh.
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My favorite was the Millers, Joseph and Elizabeth, who died in the the late 1800's. Their gravestones had both tilted to the side, and leaned against each other, very much giving the attitude of support, of reaching to each other. It was oddly sweet.
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I used to duck into some of the old overgrown cemeteries in Charleston, when I was walking around downtown late at night...they were good quiet lush-garden spaces, with old oak trees.
My favorite gravestone in the little cemetery near my house is the one with a story on it: "Died while trying to visit his father, the lighthousekeeper of Oakland harbor." I think he was from Ireland, and 26 years old.
In the bigger cemetery (where these photos were taken), I ran across a gravestone with my grandmother's maiden name on it...I need to send her mail & ask about that, since it's not a common name.
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