Cemeteries: Right up my alley,
or down my lane.
I love 'em, but of course I don't live in one,
...yet!
Lois
12-Nov-2005 02:07
This is wonderful. It captures the fading red leaves from the large red oak tree and the grave marker letters aging and fading with deteroriation. The two apple trees are aging with sadness. I was raised on the 200 acre farm. That originally started in 1853 by the Ball family. I was pleased to meet the second generation of the Ball family. It was a time when you showed resect and honor to your neighbors not like today. This was know as one of the finest farms in the area and well respected family. With the help of his two sons he was able to take land from the wilderness and provide his family with staples for living. I know what type work was involved growing up there, we worked from 4:AM till bedtime except on Sundays, we filled this (1800's) barn with hay along with three others. We had cattle, chickens and hogs to raise. We had a total of four gardens and fields of corn, which was ground into feed and molasses was added and used to fed cows we milked, they sure enjoyed that. The cows were so gentle all you had to do was call their names and they would head to the milk gap. This cemetery (Gore)we thought when we were growing up was a black family cemetery, but in 1984-85 I found someone searching for last name Gore at our county court house. I told him right where he could find it, and this was his lost ancestors he was searching for, he was estatic. He has since then wrote a book about the "Wiley and Gore" families. One thing I always tell people, each grave markers tells a story, pay close attention to all the details, where it is and whom it is next to it.