Where I Run: Cemetery on Grindstone Hill Road

Here's another cemetery post to go along with that from last week. Every cemetery, every headstone, tells a story.

The Grindstone Hill cemetery is new and small, comprised of only 3 recent graves. It is adjacent to a very conservative church--perhaps German Baptists--whose members do drive, but only black cars, and which has separate doors in the front for the men and the women.  There is no sign indicating the church name or denomination, just a plain white building.

The headstone I found most interesting is a large limestone cut block, such as one would find in an old house or barn foundation, or wall. Except that the front of the stone has been smoothed and the inscription placed there.

First the rear and one end; the stone is approx 2' long and high, and about 18" deep:

Now the other end and the front:

I suspect that this stone has been repurposed as a memorial marker from its original use as part of a home or barn.

Now one final image that's pretty haunting. Seems that this family had the misfortune of having not one, but two, newborn daughters die right after birth, about two years apart. I can't even begin to get my head around that sort of grief:

The rest of my run was consumed with thoughts of never, ever taking anything for granted.

[all images by Gary]