21 October 2012

An Old Cemetery

The side view of the Oldest House on Nantucket.

The kitchen garden of the Oldest House with all the plants that could have grown when it was first built.

There were multiple cemeteries near our house but I walked out to one of the older ones.  I could see all of the wear and tear the headstones received from the sea air and winter storms.

My dad was a historian who loved walking through old cemeteries.  I developed this love from walking with him.  He taught me that much can be read by a person's headstone - his wealth, life accomplishments, war record and if or when an epidemic swept through a town.  A cemetery is a town's history.

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