Hubby worked on the county road system and emergency management for years. Last Wednesday he shared an old cemetery with me he knew I did not know.
The first thing I imagined was the horses used to pull these large stones into place for the steps front and back. The second thing I noticed was the sound of pigeons in the bell tower. Every thing eventually goes back to nature.
It's good to see that people try to preserve history here. I noticed the hand quarried stones in the foundation and was saddened by the poor shape of the building. I wondered how much longer people would care.
There were stones so old they almost could not be read.
I was reminded how rough life was during these times when I discovered these stones.
One child that lived and the mother did not live to see her baby grow up.
Such a lost I can't even begin to fathom.
Two days after her last birth/death the mother died.
Puts things into prospective.
Life has improved.
We are truly blessed to not know this sorrow.
I appreciated the history Hubby shared
but I left with an ache in my heart for those gone before me.
Always careful to put out the fire before they leave
this secluded valley on the back side of the New Ground.
I'm sure many football games were replayed, romances discussed and fire side games played while hot dogs and s'mores were being created. Strange noises heard at night. The sky visible beyond the trees in this, the place Andrew and his friends have camped many times through their years of high school.
As each move on in their own direction, they try to gather here now and then to catch up. It is what friends do even though the ball game and high school is over.
Some will move on. Some will be life time friends. The future bonfire burns in their thoughts.