Moved by the incredibly sad story of the American chestnut, I sought out and adopted a relic of one of those noble, dead, giants.
Who writes out ‘hundred’ in the number 1790? The Ebenezer Marcy stonecutter, that’s who!
Elegant script in an out-of-the-way Pennsylvania cemetery.
A stone one notch above vernacular slices and dices a hymn to make a quick point.
Once again, breathtaking beauty is where you find it.
One of my favorite poems, with a photo from Kensington Gardens.
Don’t assume conventional epitaphs were without meaning.
A masterwork of the tree-stump genre in Blandford Cemetery.
A Moravian hymn graces the monument of little Luther Campbell in Glenwood Cemetery in Washington, D.C.
I guarantee you will find something to like in this gallery of olde tyme weeping willows.