Please allow me to get a little out of order here and skip ahead to our Sunday evening in Hollis, New Hampshire, where we stopped to stroll about an old ass cemetery. In Pittsburgh, we don’t have any that are *this* old obviously so I was glad for this chance to ogle some 18th century tombstones, after a full day of Famous Diner’ing, Kpop shopping, ice creaming, apple orchard walking – all of which I will get to soon!
We all split up and quietly observed the history. I was looking for either mine or Chooch’s birthdates because that’s what we do when we go on walks in cemeteries here and whoever spots theirs first wins. I didn’t see any 7/30 or 4/25, sadly :(
We were obsessed with the fact that GEORGEHENRY’s headstone was bigger than his parents and his dad was A DOCTOR! Probably the ONLY DOCTOR, even!
“What’s that finger-pointing symbol mean? I’m #1?” I asked, only moderately joking.
Hennry googled it and it apparently means that he’s going up to Heaven so I guess he’s the only one, because no one else had that.
Michael Myers in the Cemetery stance.
This one was my favorite.
I love how thin the headstones were back then.
Henry and I actually bonded a little over our shared disgust at the FONT that some of these headstones used, where the S looked like an F. HIDEOUS.
We were obsessed with this one because there was a 40-something age difference between these two.
Abigail and Ebenezer – classic.
DEATH BY ACCIDENTAL CANNON DISCHARGE, zzzzzzoinkers.
Lydia is such a great fucking name. Lydia and Enoch. I wonder if they were a fun couple, getting drunk on boot juice and spreading rumors about who has syphilis.
Man, this was a really peaceful, quiet interlude to an excellent weekend. I’m glad that it’s something we call could experience and appreciate together!