Tis sad that we maintain cemeteries so we might visit the dead and remember. But it must happen that we will likely be forgotten someday as those that cherish us pass, and our headstones become eligible. Does anyone think they will end up like this someday? Don't mean to be depressing but I think about this when I see abandoned family plots. This one is at the bottom of the road I take to some of my favorite photo spots. I haven't quite captured it the way I want but that is good because I think I may some day.
When my brother was buried in the 50s we visited his grave every Sunday after Sunday school. Next to his grave is a bare headstone, unreadable but so sad, my mam used to take a flower as she put them on our grave and laid it at the foot of the forlorn headstone. Now all these years on when we visit my brothers and parents grave all buried together, I carry on the tradition of laying that flower at the base of that unknown headstone. In the 60 odd years I have done it, I have never seen another flower.
Yes, it's really sad that people become part of the forgotten past. I want my ashes scattered over the ocean. I know my sons love me but I can't see them going to a cemetery to remember me and keep up my grave. I wish I was closer to my parents' graves as I probably would tend to them if I was. I often wonder when I'm photographing old tombstones who the people were and what kind of life did they lead- and so many around here are from the 16 and 1700's. No one to remember them now even if it were possible! Good shot- I like the layers of texture too.
I see in some FB history sites that people are starting to care for old graves. I was surprised that Boot Hill had almost lost a lot of history and had to be restored. I recently visited my parents graves and noticed an old headstone with a name about to fall off. It was old and family probably didn't come around, so I reported it to the manager.
When my brother was buried in the 50s we visited his grave every Sunday after Sunday school. Next to his grave is a bare headstone, unreadable but so sad, my mam used to take a flower as she put them on our grave and laid it at the foot of the forlorn headstone. Now all these years on when we visit my brothers and parents grave all buried together, I carry on the tradition of laying that flower at the base of that unknown headstone. In the 60 odd years I have done it, I have never seen another flower.