Ummm, yeah, we get it. Did you mean to come off as so . . . confrontational in that post, or was it a translation hitch?
me and my poor english. I can not be blamed anything if you know what I mean
Oop, sorry, then.
Actually, I would love to visit Belgium . . . It’s on my list, if I ever get the time and/or money!
Proposed to my wife in a graveyard some 18 years ago.
. . . You really dug her, huh?
In the little town where I grew up we have a nice little bury patch that I used to go sit in and do homework or read.
And then at night with friends we used to goof around. Nothing disrespectful. Tag, hide and go seek, stuff like that.
One year after trick or treating we took about 50 votive candles and lit them on the headstone. They were all blown out and cleaned up before we left, but it was quite a sight and I can just imagine what people thought when they drove by.
I take my children out there now. And we also go to one of the bigger ones here in the city to feed the ducks and swans. They love it.
We do take pictures, but that’s mostly ghost hunting stuff.
There are a few older bury patches here in town that I would just love to find the time to get pictures in.
You know I think I was the only mom who got a mother’s day card that said “I love my mom because she takes me to the simtary”. I’m wondering what the teacher thought of that? Or if she didn’t get it because of the spelling error.
An as SanguineSpider pointed out they can be quite romantically appealing. The older ones.
I did have a couple of friends get married in one on Sam Hain. Marriage didn’t last but they got some cool pictures.
DeVena, I’m going to check out that site.
I have a friend who stumble on a bury patch in a field. Little fence around it but not much else anywhere near it. She would really like to figure out why it is there and who those people are.
I was thinking it might be a family plot and maybe there was a farm house near by that isn’t standing anymore.
If I were to get the names is there someway to look this up?
I’m going to head out there once the weather warms up.
I had a girlfriend in high school whose father was a cemetery caretaker. He was supplied a house on the grounds. She wasn’t allowed to see me (too wild, you know) so I would sneak up to the house and throw tiny stones at her window and she would signal me as to whether or not she could sneak out. I had a car that I concealed at a cemetery entrance that couldn’t be seen from the house.
If she could get out, I’d get a blanket from the car and we’d make love among the tombstones. I’ve always had a fondness for cemeteries.
I’ll bet you had a lot of stiff competition!
[Eve is wrestled to the ground and forcibly sedated]
When I was at High School (senior years I guess) my friends and I went to every graveyard within an hour oif where we lived. If I got together with all the guys I’d have photos of us at all of these places. It was pretty common on a Sunday for us to pack a lunch and go off to a country graveyard. Sometimes we’d clean up neglected gravesites.
Why Eve, you slutty minx,I think you subconsciously wish to take me on a one-on-one cemetery “walk” and be unceremoniously wrested to the ground on a new,soft grave and have me compete with the other stiffs,while you sing “Ah, sweet mystery of life” between multiple orgasms, while passers-by applaud.
Or maybe that’s just my take on it. Did I mis-read your post,dear?
That’s sexy!
I have a term for these modern burial grounds where profit obviously comes first - grave factories.
Give me a cemetery with some character.
Why Eve, you slutty minx,I think you subconsciously wish to take me on a one-on-one cemetery “walk” and be unceremoniously wrested to the ground on a new,soft grave and have me compete with the other stiffs,while you sing “Ah, sweet mystery of life” between multiple orgasms, while passers-by applaud.
Or maybe that’s just my take on it. Did I mis-read your post,dear?
Woof! I have no idea how that post doubled. I didn’t hit anything twice.
Maybe the thought of Eve has finally driven me insane.
Harlow:
Yes,it was sexy,especially in the 50’s when any sex was frowned upon. More delicious for that fact…
Actually there is a word for people like us that enjoy cemetaries.
The person is called: a Taphophile
Taphophilia means “love of cemeteries and funerals”.
I love reading histories of peoples’ fears and hopes for their eternal rest. I have also dragged my kids along and they don’t seem to squawk much.
If you are looking for directions on how to do a “headstone Rubbing” or how to make the most of your cemetary stroll, visit this site:
Isn’t that where Washington’s mythical vampire is supposed to be buried? :dubious:
The only thing I’d enjoy more than an afternoon at a cemetery is spending one in the catacombs (SOL for me in Washington State).
The more I read around here, the more I realize I am not that odd.
We have a family cemetery. It was well taken care of when my great-great grandfather was around. My great- grandfather took care of it. All his kids moved away. It was neglected and soon became over grown. About 20 years ago when my great- aunts and uncles were getting up there in years, we decided to clean it up. Many, many hours of hard work were put into cleaning up the cemetery. I was only 8 or 9 when this all started. I mowed along with my cousins and brother. We picked weeds, we erected stones that had fallen over. We put a lot of sweat and blood into making it “ours” again. Then tragedy happened our family. A cousin of mine died in an accident. He was only 23 at the time. I am glad we cleaned up the cemetery, we all have a place to go when we die, a place we are all connected to.
I have dug graves and filled in graves. Until a few years ago when my uncles started getting older, all family graves were dug by hand and filled by hand. The saddest was when my grandpa died. It was hard, but we all knew it had to be done
Wow! I can’t believe how many others like me are out there!
I love cemetery exploration. When I went to France a few years back we visited some very old graveyards, located in various tiny medieval towns seemingly carved right out of the mountains. It was awesome - the cool weather, a light mist hovering on the ground - the heavy trees and vegetation drooped over everything.
I’ve also been to the burial plot of Ava Perone (sp?) in Buenos Aires. I can’t remember the name of the site, but it had some spectacular crypts and monuments.
Dont wait until you are dead or all these Taphophiles here
will visit you.