A stroll in a graveyard

I love to walk through graveyards, especially older ones. The tombstones have such stories to tell. This graveyard near Elkhart Illinois features a lovely chapel.

Hand pointing to heaven.

Modern version, not quite as artistic but gets the job done.

I really like this simple hand. Maybe, I'll have a stone like that some day (yes, I know I'm going to be creamated but I insist on a memorial stone somewhere.)

Poignant handclasp.

If you look closely, you can see the weeping willow, another grief emblem.

I was impressed by the elaborate carvings on this stone.

Do you think Nashua was a trucker?

This guy doesn't just rate a stone...

he has a bridge!

Anybody else wonder where the heck Mr. Morton ended up?!

Cravens cemetery -- Burnt Prairie

My brother, cousin and I found the old Cravens cemetary near Burnt Prairie. It is in a very isolated quiet spot on a hill overlooking the fields. It was buried in vines and weeds, dark and subdued.


Young Brookens Cravens, my great-great granfather's stone. It had toppled over. The inscription read: "This monument honors a soldier who fought to save the Union".



Stolid Jane, stands beside him.