A beautiful statue in the graveyard. Just a hint of what I will post later this week.
A view of some headstones and an enormous oak tree.
Here the hand is up. Pointing to heaven I am assuming. I am not sure what the pointing hand means. If you know please let me in on it. I know that a sawed off tree means cut down in the prime of life. That a lamb or dove on the headstone is usually reserved for children. A pointing hand?
Hand down here. There were three sisters buried here. Each with similar headstones. One made it to 12, another to 16, and the last to 70. All of them had the hand down. I am not sure what that means. Is it just pointing to their names or what?
A photograph of the three sisters graves. The small headstone was for another child. How sad for their parents. Only the one daughter grew into adulthood. I hope she had a great life.
On the way home from my crochet class I happened upon this old cemetery in Florence Alabama. I thought I would pop in for a picture or two. I love the trees in cemeteries. Some of them are so old. I have great affection for cemeteries.
When I was in high school I dated a boy who lived next door to the cemetery where Anne Morrow - poet and wife of Charles Lindberg was buried. We would often hang out there. My young love taught me the history that can be found in these quiet places.
This particular cemetery was a confederate resting place. Many families here were affected by the Civil War. It was so interesting to read the headstones. Sitting on a large hill the cemetery had so much emotion to it. Here are just a few of the 300 plus photographs I took. All of these are from my iphone. I will share some more later in the week. The angels are particularly lovely.
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