Quiet Christmas Moments

The National Battleground was closed on Christmas Day so we stopped by the Cemetery. I’m sure it wasn’t everyone’s idea of a fun way to spend Christmas afternoon. But we’d had lots of fun for a week. A visit to any cemetery with a long past history is always a treat for me. I wonder where we will end up next year…..

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The cemetery is filled with unmarked graves of Civil War soldiers
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Sometimes I am drawn to the epitephs, others just the sheer age of the grave
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This tree looks like it found a place to die..
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It’s just like a stone neighborhood
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I had fun using my new photo editor on this one
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Obviously…
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Damn, it’s cold..
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Somehow I feel I’m the only one enjoying this side trip. 😏

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10 thoughts on “Quiet Christmas Moments

  1. In some way the aging of grave stones reminds me of the aging of trees. So I am not completely at a loss when my wife suggests we investigate/wander what ever cemetery we are near. Though given a choice I would most likely opt for wandering the woods. Now I need to go do a thorough internet search and stop Cortana from coming back from that deep dark entombment next to the dark lord. Thanks Cheryl.

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  2. I remember a hot summer day when I was little, when my mother and her friend and her friend’s little girl and I went on a road trip to Bardstown. The grownups bought a beer each at the grocery, and then realized they didn’t have anywhere private to drink them. So guess where we parked, while they enjoyed a refreshing adult beverage?

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  3. I always enjoye walking through old cemeteries. I don’t know about doing it on Christmas, but if I was passing by, maybe. I do like looking at the markers, but it’s sometimes sad to see how young people were when they died.

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