Into the words

Remember when I said Erica and I would like to go to Elmwood Cemetery at sunrise every day?

We haven't done exactly that but we have been back several times since I said it.

Now that the mornings are cooler, it's a great place to drink coffee and walk.

Taking pictures is a given.

I haven't counted the total number of times I've visited Elmwood or the number of hours I've spent wandering there or the number of pictures I've taken.

But it's a lot.

And still, each time I go, I notice something new.

You're probably going to think this is silly but I get a kick out of names. 

And I mean no disrespect but one day this week while hiking around Elmwood, I began seeing names differently.

When you start reading tombstone names as just words, it can be amusing.

There are Christmases planted at Elmwood, and Barefoots.

Seriously.

Erica was the first to notice the Heron.

And that it sat only a few yards from a Stork.

Not the same stork my mother told me about, I'm sure.

I myself was tickled by the presence of a Sweet.

"Hi. I'm Sweet," I can just hear the dearly departed saying, when they were still able to say.

Also we spotted a Bird.

How many times did the owner of that moniker say, "Hello. I'm a Bird." engendering pointed glances?

If Miss Sweet had married Mister Bird, she'd have been Mrs. Sweet Bird.

Whether together they'd have made a sweet bird of youth, I will leave you to ponder.

Moving on, there was a Friday.

Although it was Monday. 

It's my goal to find every day of the week as a name on a tombstone. 

I have Sunday and Monday somewhere, but I cannot find them so step off.

Meanwhile we had a Null.

But no void.

And no Smith (that I could see without moving my feet), but a Wesson.

Although half of a Smith and Wesson wouldn't do you much good in a pinch, I don't reckon.

I know right where to find a Black and a White not ten feet apart at Elmwood, but this is a different White.

The stone is prettier.

I also saw Browns, Grays, and Greens. Use your imagination.

Here was a Hair.

I guess on the day of the burial, the mourners could say they let their Hair down.

And although there wasn't a hither in sight, there was an obliging Yon.

Are you ready for this to be over?

Or are you really a Ready?

Alright. Alread. y.

Left out a letter there.

I was keen on this stone, which Erica spotted sitting under its own little tree.

I will thank you not to snicker.

I've ordered myself one just like it. Shelf life is basically forever on these things.

I'll ask TG to move one of his dead lawnmowers so that we can store display it in the garage.

And that is all for now.

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Happy Wednesday ~ Happy Graving

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Comments

[irene]

Aren't you clever?

[Mari]

I've always enjoyed wandering around a cemetery, but you know more about having fun there than anyone I know!

[Donna (Texas)]

Sweet...wasn't that the name of a deputy on In The Heat of the Night?
Love the names!
hughugs

[Skunkfeathers]

Of corpse you'd end on a Jenny stone ;-)