My favorite place
One of my favorite places is...are you sitting down? I love to hang out in graveyards. Ok, I know that you are thinking I am some sort of crazy person. And hey, I may very well be crazy. But listen to what I have to say THEN make up your mind.
We have this really old graveyard here in town and I used to go and read the gravestones. It is really very interesting. There is a whole section of graves of little kids that all died at about the same age during one year. It must have been a deadly flu outbreak or something. The older the stones the more you could tell about the person. You can tell if they had money--the writing cost per word then, so the more money you had the more you could put on a grave marker. There is so much that can be learned from cemetaries.
Anyway, when I was just reading my way through the graveyard I discovered something. And THIS is why I love cemetaries. It is quite in a graveyard. Even if other people are there it's like they will be whispering as if they were in church or something. If you have had really bad day and want to cry, go stand by someone's grave and cry. If anyone sees you they won't come up and ask what is wrong. They just assume you are crying over whoever is buried there. Also some places even have benches where you can sit and be alone.
So class, what have we learned? Gravestone reading can be fun and educational. But as for MY purposes, the cemetary is quite, you can cry if you wish without anyone wanting to know what is wrong, and it is a good place to just be alone with your thoughts.
Am I crazy? I don't think so. Some people have but when I explained it to them, they were like "yeah, I can understand that".
Graveyards spooky? Not really. Do you really believe something is going to come up from the ground and grab you? I DON'T recommend hanging out in one at night alone because there are some LIVE nuts that could create problems for you.
The spooky's time I have had in a graveyard was at night (no, I wasn't alone, and my boyfriend with me). The place is at the end of a dead end street and surrounded by trees on 3 1/2 sides. What you couldn't tell is that at night (in the winter time especially) if you looked out towards one area of trees you could see the headlight of a train that was going by on the other side of the trees and across the road. Seeing the light and not realizing it was a train at first was a little spooky. But when you heard the train whistle it was just down right erie.
Sunday, March 21, 2004
This is an old entry from another journal of mine
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I don't think you're strange (though I'll admit when you first stated graveyards, I did make a face). When I was 11 or 12, we moved to a new apartment. There was a graveyard a block away. I'd go over there and just read all the head stones. At this graveyard, there was a grouping of tiny graves also. Young children, that would always make me the saddest. As I was reading this, it made me remember all of that. I enjoyed this entry. ~Melissa
You're not strange at all (despite the screen name LOL!). I know a few people who feel the same way about cemetaries as you do and they're only slightly insane *gigging* Just Jokes! :-) Though I will say that I've had some very strange, inexplicable events happen to me after hanging out at cemetaries --bear in mind, that I'm a man of science here-- so I've stopped hanging out at them altogether. For fun or otherwise. :-)
Gregg
I forgot to mention that growing up there was a graveyard directly across the street from the house and one at either end of the street. Graveyards have never really been spooky to me. Sorry that they freak you out Gregg.
I finally found someone else who likes graveyards. Some of the most peaceful times I've spent were walking in a graveyard near my house. There is history! I do exactly what you do, sometimes find my maiden name.
Well, what can I say, I love to go to cemeterys, we look for the really old sites. I think its just a part of history. It is sad though to see so many children and infants from the 1800's that had no way to survive back than. My friends say its macab but I look at it differant. ~!lila~
ok, i read your entry before drawing any conclusions .. i think you're strange lol
just kidding of course :)
for me, i just can't get over the sadness that they remind me of .. not exactly a "happy place" ya know? :)
hugs
pamela
I also grew up play in a graveyard. My sister and I would wonder all over reading headstones.We did have a strange event happen to us there. Maybe I should tell that story in my own journal though:) GypsyPaths
OK! Now where the hell are you Kat? Hmmm? There're promotions afoot! Waiting with virginal patience.... :-)
Gregg
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