Sunday, November 27, 2011

Cemeteries

Love my Cemeteries.  So peaceful to sit in and listen for what the ancestors want you to know.  So much information to be taken from the headstones.  People look at me strangely in the cemeteries.  I have a camera and an ink pen in one hand, a tablet in the other and a backpack on with all my other trinkets I use.  Years ago they always said to use shaving cream on stones you can't read.  I don't want to damage them so I use aluminium foil and rub the inscription.  If I can't read it, Bob usually can!  We make a good team.   I write everything down from the stones, number it on my tablet, and take a picture.  A lot of times I go alone but always stay alert to who is around me.  I really like the days that I figure out I am not alone.  This doesn't mean a human is with me either.  I know someone is with me.  They make noise because they want me to know I am not alone and they have a story to tell.  What could it be?..... 

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