Thursday, November 15, 2007

Taking rest

By popular demand, by which I mean by the requiest of one reader, I am posting these photos I took this rainy November morning, of the "creepy graveyard" that overlooks the Village Green pictured in yesterday's post. The oldest grave marker here is from 1700, which means it (probably) holds the remains of someone born in the 1600's. I find that totally cool, not creepy. But some will find it creepy, and I understand that, especially when you consider that more than half of the stones are tiny tiny tiny, bearing only initials, indicative of those who died in infancy, often without having been named.

Even more creepy: When I tried to take a photo facing the Village Green, my camera turned off. I tried again. And again. Finally, I gave up, assuming my camera's battery had died. When I got back to my car, my camera was in perfect working order, battery alive and well.......who did not want their photo taken is the question......















YC

12 comments:

Tiff said...

ooooohhh spooky. I just watched 1408, that was kinda spooky too.

samasthiti said...

I think those little flags are creepy.

laksmi said...

nice scary story.

skelly said...

1700 thats the oldest grave? pah we've got post boxes that old :-)

laksmi said...

yeah, skelly, it's funny that americans rope off a hundred year old house and call it a museum. I've drunk in a pub that's 900 years old...

samasthiti said...

Did you say 900 years ago you got drunk?

laksmi said...

um, no. 24 years ago, i got drunk. in a 900 year old pub. you can see a picture of it on MY BLOG.

skelly said...

Woo hoo I live in a museum or nearly, my house was built in 1920 and there was me just thinking it was a bog standard semi.

laksmi said...

no, skelly, it's a museum. congrats. now i hope no one kicks you out to rope it off and charge admission. oh, i forgot. you're in a country that actually HAS a history...

Yoga Chickie said...

You know, I like living in this country, and I'm not ashamed of the fact that other than the Native Americans, we have no history here prior to the 17th century. Besides, a 300 year old gravestone is something I can wrap my mind around. A place where Saxons drank mead 900 years ago? Not so much. It's cool. But, I have no connection to it whatsoever. I'm proud to be an Amayrcan.

laksmi said...

i'm ashamed of this country. and i'm not proud of an accident of birth. do i now have to send you a little yellow ribbon magnet for your pickup truck?

Yoga Chickie said...

That is so sad, Laksmi. So sad.

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