I’m weird. I like cemeteries.
It’s not a morbid fascination with death or an interest in the supernatural and for a while, I really couldn’t explain why I liked them. But now I understand – I like them because of the stories they tell. Years ago, I purchased a book called “Stories in Stone: A Field Guide to Cemetery Symbolism and Iconography.” I learned about the meanings of many of the symbols used in funerary art and stopped there for a bit. Reading a book about it was one thing, but tromping through old burial grounds for fun would be quite another.
Years later, my husband gave me a digital SLR camera as a birthday gift – purchased with literally pennies and pocket change that we had been saving for over 15 years. So, I had this nice camera and I was looking for subjects – preferably free places, since our spare change had just been used up. The time had come…I began my hobby of heading to grave yards.
My husband, kind and indulgent soul that he is, usually comes out with me. He’s into mobilography, so there’s no fighting over the camera. What’s really interesting is how we each have a different focus, so we “read” different stories on these visits. I notice the symbolism and the art
work and I think about what stories the grieving families, and sometimes the deceased themselves, were trying to tell. He notices the family names and dates and is able to see stories of bad years and big families.
Benjamin Franklin once said “Show me your cemeteries, and I will tell you what kind of people you have.” He understood that cemeteries tell the stories of a people, stories that remain.
- Stories in Stone: A Field Guide to Cemetery Symbolism and Iconography
- Find a Grave
- A Few of my Cemetery (and other) Photo Sets on Flickr