Day 289

Old cemeteries fascinate me, they always have, I think it all started the time we went to Washington St Cemetery here in Geneva when I was in grade school. We brought paper and charcoal and did rubbings of the stones. I started to imagine the stories of the people buried there, what had they done in life, were there distant relatives still in the area? I mean some of these people died way over 100 years ago, did anyone ever visit their grave to tend to it? And it always makes me a little sad to see the graves of children who were only one or two years old, it makes you wonder...But I still like to wander a bit and make up grand stories in my head about these people from long ago, and even if no one has visited their burial place for years and years at least I was there, even if I didn't know them.

"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." -Maya Angelou