Me. I’m different – not for the first and not for the last time. I enjoy walking in graveyards.
There are stories to be imagined from the writing on the headstone. I have learned a lot of history from dots started in cemeteries.
Some of the headstones are works of art that can be appreciated in their own right.
I started this an hour or so ago – I took that time to create a category called Cemeteries and went back to the archive adding the tag to blog entries.
There were quite a few blog entries inspired by what was found on headstones and in cemeteries. I have been introduced to songs by Bruce Springsteen, Johnny Cash, Harry Lauder - just from reading headstones and wondering as to the words.
Last June was my first trip to Co. Cavan. Early one morning, the message on this headstone at Blacklion was of such impact that it was photographed. Today I was going back through photographs and was reminded of this headstone.
The web provided a link to the poem which provided so much more than can be expressed on a headstone – a way of life; a time past; a family relationship.
For Patrick and John O’Rourke
Earlier in the morning after Joycean ablutions,