(Memorial Day)

Alice Thorpe died on April 15, 1666. It hurt and it sucked and she was afraid.

Theresa Haslip died of dysentery on January 28, 1864. She was four and a half years old.

Reverend L. Thompson lost all six of his children and his wife to smallpox in 1746.

Charles Norbrun died March 2, 1887, with an engorged liver and edema. When he lived, he was a miner.

Sarah Goodling was a young girl working at Cressbrook Mill in the early 19th century. She was beaten to death by the overseer.

I’m sorry.

Alice, Theresa, Reverend, Charles, Sarah: you deserved better, and I am sorry, and I hope that whatever place one dwells after one’s passing treats you more kindly than this place did.

3 thoughts on “(Memorial Day)

  1. Wandering through cemetaries, reading epitaphs is an interesting experience. It paints a harsh picture of the world, but also a hopeful one.

    There are so many infant and child graves in older cemetaries. Not quite so many in newer ones.

    War was bloodier then than it is now.

    I find hope there.

  2. War was bloodier then than it is now.

    I find hope there.


    I boggle at this statement. I hesitate to call it an inaccuracy, because, comining as we do out of the century of two world wars, I cannot help but believe that you are employing one of these terms to mean something totally different from which I understand it to.

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