Sunday my Mom and I went and visited the "Old Cruce Cemetery." Walking back through a pasture onto private property into a grove of trees. Cruce is located in Stephens county and had a Post Office from June 13, 1910 to Augut 15, 1932. No buildings are around for this settlement. The lay of the land and groves of trees suggest that there were once more houses in the area.
Walking past the gate into a pasture back to where I knew there was a cemetery only because my Mom had told me about it. I knew it was there she has told me about it for a few years now..I wondered where it was. What kind of place could it be where people at one time laid their loved ones to rest has now become forgotten and overgrown.
Do you see the cemetery? Its there.... I couldn't see it either, were it not for my Mom who had been there I would have walked right by it. Sad isn't it? 100 years ago people were placing their loved ones to rest here.
Some local scenery from the area... what a nice view. Only a few miles from my home.
See the cemetery now? There it is....
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me.
The Carriage held but just ourselves
I enjoy great works of literature written by authors who have long since met the fate that we all will meet someday. In literature you find the emotion and the heartache of those who once lived. The same emotion that you find in our own hearts and souls. So when you look at these graves just think about the person lying beneath. The person who left this earth nearly 100 years ago, leaving behind all those dreams and ambitions for the future. Their future was different, but I imagine their emotions were the same. I wonder if they thought that someday this little cemetery would be buried in brambles and brush, while the perennial flowers still peek above the ground showing us that at one time people wanted to make this place of rest beautiful.
There's nothing certain in a man's life except this: That he must lose it. ~Aeschylus, Agamemnon
Susan was born in 1843 in Georgia and died on Christmas Day in 19o7, how sad... for anyone to die on Christmas.
When I look at these graves of infants I can just think of heartache and tears...so many lost babies in our history.
Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life. ~John Muir
Everyone is at rest perhaps more peacefully at this cemetery. Where the coyote ran from us as we approached and the raccoon scampered away, unused to people being out here in the daytime (or they were rabid). But they left quickly upon our approach.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity. ~William Penn
An infant's grave..with a hand scratched tombstone. Only a year old.
Imagine being born in 1835... What a different world Mr. Morse lived in.
Mr. Morse was born in 1835, while Mrs. Morse was born in 1860. Yet he still outlived her.
You can see the fence that was once so carefully placed around the grave. A certain sadness to this place, yet it was peaceful.
This Infant's grave says "Darling we miss you." I can't imagine the heartache of losing a ten month old...
as we left the cemetery on the long walk back to the car, I spent some time photographing the flowers on this warm May day. I imagine we don't ever think that the places that we lay our loved ones to rest will be overgrown and forgotten, but sooner or later everyone will just become a forgotten memory, or a story in a book.