October 1 was my 50th birthday. It’s okay if you forgot, you can still send me presents. To celebrate, the Spousal Unit and I did one of our favorite things: picked a direction and drove. There were lots of parks along 301 North, but I didn’t feel like stopping at them today. We didn’t find anything particularly quirky, but we did find four lovely cemeteries.
The SU is good at spotting cemeteries while I drive. Mind you, he doesn’t actually like cemeteries. He does this because he loves me. The first one he spotted was Tema Cemetery, right along the highway, but small and unassuming.
Tema was lovely, with the older graves in the latter half of the 19th century, as is the usual with most of the graveyards in this area.
Sumterville was larger, with odd, unkempt tangles in the corners that contained surprisingly new graves. Telling was the sign asking for upkeep donations. I happen to like overgrown boneyards, so, no help from this corner.
There were many Marshes. One of my favorite names from the bunch: Aunt Piety Marsh.
Most photographic memorials are more recent, but W.M. died in 1921, at the age of 23. If I were going to be any kind of witch, it would definitely be a cocowitch.
This is but one grave gift of many on another child’s grave.
The largest burying ground of our tour was Dade City. I, of course, gravitated to the west end, where the older stones were.
Several of the stones had sunken until just a few inches remained above ground.
My favorite find was the last. We were on a long trek from 301 to I-75, wondering if we were ever going to find an onramp, when I spotted a street called Emmaus Cemetery. Clue to cemetery hunters: there’s usually a graveyard at the end of such streets, and often it takes some work to find. This one did. Just at the end, before a private residence, was a little-used track. Driving back, we found a grove with a small, private cemetery.
I love finding secret, little-used boneyards.
I was curious about this symbol. The broken chain symbolizes death, and the hand is God plucking the soul to himself.