Lester Baby 1937
Chalk Drawing on Wall
I went to Stepp Cemetery this morning. It’s in the Morgan-Monroe State Forest, and it occurred to me, while I was there, that it might not be such a good idea to wander around in the woods by myself. It’s not that far from the road, thankfully, but still, it’s kind of remote and even in bright sunlight, it’s kind of creepy.
1921
Hannah Nelson
Died
Jan
8
Aged
79
I love this headstone. It’s a do-it-yourself number, made from concrete formed around a couple of pieces of pipe. Much more interesting than a simple little cement stepping stone type slab, like I’ve seen in other cemeteries. Just because you’re poor doesn’t mean you can’t be creative.
If the sticker is to be believed, in a former life, my trash can was used for recycling office paper. That must have been billions and billions of years ago, though, in order the sticker to have gotten this manky. Disgusting, isn’t it? The can sits under my desk, sticker side in, so I don’t have to look at it. Last week, though, the custodians left it facing outward.
Mount Tabor Cemetery, Selma, Delaware County, Indiana
My mom went with me to visit this one. It’s not far from her house. Unfortunately, a storm blew up and it started raining before we could take many photos. I definitely want to go back, though. The old part of the cemetery has some really lovely headstones.
Outhouse, Shiloh Cemetery, Monroe County, Indiana
There was a matching outhouse opposite this one, presumably for women, but it didn’t have a plaque. I’ve never seen an outhouse in a cemetery, but considering how far out in the country this one is, maybe it’s not a crazy idea?
You almost always see the name spelled with an h on the end. For example, Shiloh Cemetery, which is on Shilo Road. My brother, Shilo, spotted the sign, and we had to stop to take a few photos.
While my brother was visiting last week, I dragged him to a couple of cemeteries. One of them was Abraham Young Cemetery, off Highway 45, near Unionville. It’s very small (thirty graves, maybe?), and it’s surrounded by trees. I noticed an old desk had been dumped in the ravine behind the cemetery, so of course, I had to get photos of it. There was also a camouflage tent near the desk, which we gave a wide berth to. No telling what kind of survivalist and/or meth addict it belonged to.
Last summer’s hydrangeas.
More daffodils from graveyards. These were growing outside the Mitchell Cemetery in Muncie.
A storm blew through on Saturday afternoon, and my brother said he was going to look for a rainbow. About ten minutes later, sure enough, a rainbow popped up.
red paper boat 