I See Dead People

Welcome EBEW.  I thought we might deviate from the usual cute dresses and shoes (but my monochromatic black dress is kind of cute isn't it? We'll talk about that later). Today, I'd like to show you something really interesting...a cemetery.  My name is Sheila and I'll be your tour guide.
Virginia is one of the oldest states in the union, and therefore, has some pretty old graveyards and I've come to have a real liking for them since moving here. Don't be afraid, come take a look.

 Before we begin, let me just say, we'll be keeping to the older part of the cemetery. The grave of a 32 year old who died in 2009 gives off a completely different vibe than that of a 32 year old that died in 1894.
Let's try to be as respectful as possible; no smoking, spitting or littering (it makes a mess when the lawn mower runs over it) and please turn off all cell phones.
Let's begin, shall we? Follow me...

What I really like about this old cemetery and all old cemeteries in general, is the way time and the elements have weathered the tombstones, making them lean this way and that. Look at this fleur de lis fencing. Isn't it great?

All right now, let's move on. Try to stick together.

Who can find the oldest grave or the oldest person? I know I'm contradicting myself, because earlier I said  I don't like recent graves, but Ms. Roberta Fletcher here is really a person to ponder. She lived through all the major wars, saw a horse and buggy evolve into a sleek automobile, the invention of the computer, cell phone and microwave, watched hem lines rise and fall, experienced segregation in one way or another and the election of an African American president. I suspect that Ms. Fletcher was thinking ahead and bought her plot quite some time ago and chose a spot in this part of the cemetery while there was still space available. 

While Ms. Fletcher was one month short of 106 years, little George Lawrence was one month short of a year...

Hark! Hooe goes there? he he. It's also amusing to look for quirky sir names. These are the most unusual I've found here.

Surprisingly, I think more about the lives of those resting here as opposed to their deaths. I wonder if they were happy? What they would think of the world today? What did they do for a living? If I'd known them, would I have liked them? Would they have liked me? What would the ladies have thought of my maxi I got on clearance at Sears? They might have approved of the length, but the neckline would be positively shocking!

Well, folks, this is where the tour ends. I'm off to another graveyard. You're welcome to stay and explore  some more. I suggest you not wonder off alone and don't stay too late. The gates are closed and locked at dark...

See ya back here on Monday at

Patti's and  Monday Mingle .