What’s so bad about that? It’s peaceful and everyone is dead. It’s where I can think. People think I’m weird for doing this.
Next time you’re in NY, join one of our famous Doper Graveyard Tours! We’re already done Woodlawn and Green-Wood cemeteries. There are a lot of tombstone junkies 'round here.
I agree, they are very relaxing and good places just to relax and meditate. And when I do go to New York, I plan on arrainging my schedule around one of Eve’s tours.
I don’t know why, but I really like that line.
But how do you know they’re dead? Could be they’re just biding their time until you turn your back and they can grab you for a late night snack.
“They’re coming to get you Harloooow.”
I’m quite fond of walking through cemeteries, too. I mean, they were created for the living to enjoy walking through and spending time with their passed-on loved ones. If we didn’t give a damn about our dead, we’d just throw the bodies in a big pit on the outskirts of town.
I love going to Hollywood Forever. It’s just so big and gorgeous, and I love finding famous names.
Sounds perfectly normal to me…
Funny, but I only like graveyards where I don’t know the people. I don’t visit my mom’s grave. My husband’s family hangs out at the cemetery like Minnesota Fats hangs out at a pool hall. They buy greenery blankets to cover the dead relatives, eternal flames, benches to sit and ponder…it’s become almost a pasttime for many of them. They actually JOG from home to the graveside of my nephew (9 miles!!).
But I have a graveyard on the corner near my house, and I think it’s just grand. We also have a civil war cemetery a few miles from our house. It’s locked up most of the time, but I think you can get in on appointment.
Heh…my husband won a cemetery plot. Too bad he won’t be using it (and we can’t sell it).
I do the same, and so does my whole family. When I was a kid, there were two graveyards in my neighborhood, and we used to play hide-and-seek or complicated spy games involving walkie-talkies in the graveyard. Never saw anything creepy or disrespectful about it.
If I get a choice, I’d like to have my headstone in the shape of a welcoming bench, for fellow graveyard-strollers to rest on.
If everyone is dead, are you posting from the afterworld? If so, don’t your arms get kinda crampy while typing on a notebook on your chest while you’re lying in a coffin?
How do you recharge the battery?
Do you have a cable modem?
Hubby and I love cemetaries. We explore and then hurry home to the internet and look up what we have questions about. www.FindAGrave.com is a good site to check out.
If the people who made graveyards didn’t want the living to enjoy the area, they would not have made the place so appealing to the eye. It’s quiet and soothing, relaxing and romantic (Goth). I knew some folks who wanted to get hitched in a graveyard. I’ve been to the one in Paris (can’t spell french, sorry) where Jim Morrison used to be before he was moved. Talk about a gorgeous graveyard! Crypts are wonderful places, too.
I had to say this…
Band name!
So what’s wrong with that? My family and I like to picnic in graveyards. They’re quiet, they’re pretty, they’re well maintained and landscaped, and there’s never swarms of people around.
Be perfect if there were already picnic tables there.
I like graveyards, too, but older ones- not the clean, modern ones.
Right here smack-dab in the middle of ugly old Houston, close enough to downtown to throw a rock, is a very lovely graveyard and noone seems to know it is there. Howard Hughes is buried there, and lots of big-named (ex) Houstonians. It has some really nice statuary, although many of the better pieces were removed due to vandalism many years ago. One is a giant weeping angel lying prostrate over a column. Some nice crypts are there too with names of big doctors from the Medical Center like Debakey.
It also has some of the nicest and probably oldest oak trees in Houston. This graveyard has some nice curvy roads and also has probably some of the only hills in the area which make for great skating and bike riding. Some of the graves date to the 1870’s.
Oh, don’t tell anone about it.
There is a very interesting graveyard near my mom’s house in Placerville. It’s at the top of a small cliff and has all these graves from the 19th century. Placerville had a lot of the Gold Rush stuff going on there so it’s interesting to think of what all the people buried their came out hoping for.
You know I come from Belgium. For you Americans who don’t know what Belgium is. It’s a little Monarchy between France, The Netherlands and Germany, capital city Brussels. In World War I the Germans were stopped in Belgium. The thousands of military graveyards remind you every single day. If you are planning to go to Europe this year, visit our country and go take a look at for example Tyne Cot cemetery, where 12000 British soldiers lay or visit the Menin Gate, where you can see the names of 54,896 officers and men of the commonwealth forces who died in the Ypres Salient area and who have no known graves. A must for graveyard lovers and makes you think about life and politics for a moment. Get it Yankees ?
I live directly across from the city cemetery and go for a workout walk every day in spring and summer. It is very peaceful. Lots of old (1800’s) interesting headstones, too (“Reverend B. Sharp” resides there along with “Mary Christmas”).
It’s also nice to see how people decorate the plots for holidays and things. Sometimes sad, too.
The oldest cemetery in D.C. isn’t Arlington, but Congressional Cemetery. John Phillips Souza is buried there; so is J. Edgar Hoover; hundreds of Congressmen, and one revered Indian chief, from the early part of the nineteenth century; and some more recent locals.
The cemetery fell into disrepair, aided immeasurably by a hired caretaker who embezzled all the funds he could lay his hands on.
A weird grass-roots solution developed: people who walk their dogs there, formed a local group, started charging $125 tax-deductible donation per year to walk your dog, got the Scouts involved, and turned it back into a cemetery, instead of a wilderness.
I walked my dog there for almost two years, usually in the company of a dozen other dogwalkers, occasionally respectfully avoiding an actual funeral. Everyone enjoyed the place, and got used to pointing out landmarks, like the specially fine monument of the biggest madam in DC in the nineteenth century (her stele is labeled with an aggressive CHARITY, as in faith, hope, and). Unfortunately, the FBI donated a little ornamental iron fence around J. Edgar; you can’t get your dog over to pee on him.
And, yes, we scooped our poop. Religiously.
One of my most favorite things to do to destress is go take photos of the old gravestones from the 1800’s/early 1900’s.
I have over 2000 photos of various stones, and most of them are chilrens stones. It’s amazing how many young children died before reaching their first birthday.
And I agree with Ca3799. I don’t like the modern ones too much. The old ones are far more interesting.