Oakdale Cemetery, Hendersonville, NC. Location N 35 degs, 19 mins, & 10 secs. and W 82 degs, 28 mins, & 30 secs. Elevation 2230 ft. Inscription Margaret E. . . . Wife of H. F. Johnson . . .Born May 13, 1882 . . . Died at Brookhaven, Miss. . . . May 26, 1905, . . . "Her Children Arise Up and Call Her Blessed" . . . Our Mother. Taken in 2007.
somehow there's such a remarkable beauty, a deep serenity, in such a prison as this
Winnie the Pooh, ...and Toad and Mole, and Ratty too! ;-))
E. H. Shepard's final resting place.
originally uploaded by Dr. Beef from Montrose Cemetery, Chicago, IL
The Flickr member who posted this foto writes, "We ALL waited out a grieving mourner to get close to this monument too, apparently, a little girl. This isn't a good shot by any means, but I just wanted to show the marker. It had a bit of a creepiness to it, but hopefully, it offers some comfort to those she left behind."
I'm utterly offended. Not by the monument, since it's an absolutely beautiful tribute to a little girl who is obviously loved & missed. If I could erect such a sculpture for my own girls there would be fifty more like it in the world! Its just lovely how the parents have made her little resting place such a grand place to sit with her. Like them, we put in our own graveside bench so we could sit with our special daughters who sleep beneath the sod. And like them we're presently working on a fund raiser to erect an angel monument in the baby garden where our girls rest.
No, what offends me is that the poster actually admits to having to wait for the mourners to leave in order to get the foto--as if they inconvenienced his time or got in his way. And then he had the nerve to say there's something "creepy" about the graveside monument.
Excuse me, but the only thing creepy about any of it is the photographer impatiently hovering in the wings, waiting for the bereaved to leave so he could get a photo of some poor child's gravesite. It's like the paparazzi snapping shots through the car windows as Princess Diana bled to death.
I kid you not, if I had been the mourning mother that his hovering presence waited on to leave, I would have absolutely & unabashedly come unglued, and the cops would have had to have taken me away!
The nerve of some people! And to think how they openly spew forth their own tactless ignorance is just utterly astounding! I guess in this grievous journey of burying two children of my own, I'll never ever cease to be amazed at the flamboyantly callous nature of humanity.
To be a cemetery hobbiests, enthusiast, or geneologist is all well & good--it's a noble hobby that I enjoy for myself. But NO cemetery enthusiasts should ever ever ever forget the very real & anguished mourners who don't frequent the cemetery to capture a photograph or enjoy a peaceful walk.
No, some of us frequent the cemetery because we've got children or parents or siblings interred there. Some of us have no choices in our hobbies-- they were thrust upon us like Diana's horrid car crash in the Paris tunnel. How some fotogs live with themselves is a real mystery...
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my sweetie Anne's fixin' to turn four in April. The winds of her season are upon us, and she is everywhere...
The Flickr member who posted this writes, "The blurred angel in the background - same family name. "
Remarkable! Absolutely Remarkable! It's uncanny how personal this gravecover is to me--like it depicts each of them--Anne with her big round cheeks and Abigail with her facial marring. It's uncanny how much they look so similar to my girls--hair and all. I would love to run my hands over the chilled marble..
It's a lovely piece. I hate that I'm forced to see beyond the stone and serenity of landscape. I can't help but envision the parents who had such a special piece placed there-- for their baby son. I wish there was someway I could express the anguish by which they invested in the sculpture. I guess you'll have to trust me when I say that having to invest in such a stone is surreal and hurts the soul in ways beyond comprehension.
Enzo's daddy wrote:
"1 Corinthians. 13:4-13
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
And now faith, hope, and love abide, but the greatest of these is love.
Enzo was born into eternal life. We miss him so much. Someday, we'll be together..."
I just thought this photo was so sweet. I wish I knew Enzo's birthday, but it's edited from the foto. It's uploaded on April 18, 2008, but the headstone date looks like a 7--could have been April, but don't know. I know that my own little April Angel is soon to have a birthday too. Perhaps our little angels play together in the butterfly meadows of heaven and keep their mamas & daddies in their prayers. Perhaps they wait for us to join them even more eagerly than we realize.
Have a gentle Enzo seaon friends. Those weeks leading up to are often a whirlwind of emotion and such...I too am caught up in the April tornado of Dorothy.
Missing my sweetie Anne...
the Flickr member who posted this foto writes,
"A gravestone that I came across while walking through the cemetery. All it says is "baby" across the top and "1918" on the side. No name or anything. Breaks the heart to think of the poor little nameless baby. "
yes, it is sad. But it would appear that the parents grieved him or her aptly, noted by the aged angel that still sits watch all these years later. Back then, it wasn't the tradition to name a stillbirth or early infant death. Plus, this stone appears to be of standard stock which parents would have had to pay extra for additional engraving. Our cemetery's full of temporary markers that never get replaced with permanent headstones. At least back then a temporary marker was made to last a a century--nothing like today's laminated paper in a bent frame that doesn't last the summer.
this is such a sweet shot. As a grieving mom who's taken lots of such shots of her baby girls' graves, I just thought it was the sweetest capture of this darling boy. I don't know if the Flickr member who posted the picture is related to the sweet boy or not. Hopefully whomever took the shot did so with the respect of heart for the child they capture and the parents who grieve his absence.
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