Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Haynes Cemetery

In spite of what the sign above suggests, this is Haynes Cemetery, not Aynes Cemetery.

The photographer was more intrigued by the swirly design above the letters than the letters themselves, although they too have some degree of character and charm, as far as letters go.

Haynes Cemetery sits across from Mathews Chapel in the Blakes vicinity.

During my research at the Gazette Journal's library, I came across a folder that referenced a fairground and a one-room schoolhouse in the Blakes area.  I could have sworn I read that the schoolhouse was the little white house at the end of the road that divides this cemetery and the church.

But please do not quote me on that or anything, because the precious little amount of focus mustered from the recesses of my addled brain is tending to things like swirls and butterflies and blue skies rather than facts, figures, letters and details.

And below, even when trying to include the letters, they rebel against me.  It still looks like Aynes.

Cemeteries have always fascinated me.  I love to wander around and soak everything in: the names, the dates, the shapes of the headstones.  The flowers or other offerings left by the living.  The snippets of information attempting to capture a person's essence in one or two brief lines.  

I wonder who the person was, what they looked like, who their friends were, what they liked doing and what their special talent or gift was. Did they accomplish their dreams?  Were they happy or sad?  Did they have a deep, dark secret? Did they have any regrets? I linger over the graves of infants and children. I marvel at those who lived long lives and long to know their secret.

My sisters and I played in Smithers Cemetery growing up on Queens Creek.  Rather than viewing it as some somber, morbid place, we just looked at it as another adventure. A change of scenery, something different. Something mysterious.

And I suppose that's the best way to look at anything related to change--or the end of life.  It's just another adventure.

Anyway, my point is not that I'm looking forward to death as some sort of adventure, because I'm really not anywhere close to being done with the adventure that is my life.  My bucket overfloweth with lists of things I still want to do.

Rather, my point is I've already forgotten what my point is cemeteries can be works of art and places of enjoyment when viewed through the right lens.  

Just don't point that lens directly into the sun, as I did in this shot of "old Kingston" (aka Christ Church) below:

And here's a shot of one of the Confederate graves there:

This photo is similar to some I took at Pear Tree Cemetery, another of my favorite places.  Click here  and also here  to see those photos.

Do you have a favorite cemetery?


deborah said...

Love the pictures! Wonder who designed the scrolls and letters for the entrance? We used to wander about the Cyrus Cemetery where the graves dated back to the early 1800's. Sadly, it was moved to make room for a new road. You have the most interesting topics...I'll be thinking about this for a while tonight:)

Anonymous said...

Better yet, research the names of the cemetery's and you will find the battle's fought over having your family name used at the final resting place. It was a real big deal in the early years, to the point of fears e fights and under hand deals made.

Ann Marie said...

I am drawn to cemeteries as you well know.
Dustin even sends me shots via his phone now of them. lol

My grandfather Cannon's parents are buried at Aynes .. HAYNES (see what you started)

I need to take you to some of my fav's that aren't here in teh county.

I came here to say something and now I forgot what..


Deltaville Jamie said...

I love cemeteries and could spend hours in them... and sometimes I do and sometimes it's at night looking for ghosts because I'm weird like that. The Tidewater area has great cemeteries with lots of history. Ever been over to Abingdon Church? Thats where the tombs of the Page family were relocated to (from Rosewell another awesome place)

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Mental P Mama said...

Such a beautiful spot.

Meg @ Soup Is Not A Finger Food said...

Yeah, I kinda like 'em too. There's something hushed and serene and spiritual about them.

Daryl said...

I am partial to Trinity Church's cemetery and the really old Jewish one in the West 21st St. between 6th-7th Avenues click hereto see.

foolery said...

I thought it said WAYNE'S Cemetery and I was wondering who WAYNE was and how he rated a cemetery.

"Hi, I'm Wayne. I have a cemetery."

There's one in the western foothills of the Coast Range that I used to go to frequently, but I don't even think it has a name. Lots and lots of graves from the Spanish Flu, 1918 -- whole families wiped out in a week. Sad and fascinating. Great shots, Cheeky.