Walking is good for me. I used to walk a lot. I
am glad I have finally carved the time out of my day to make walking a priority
once again. Not only is it good exercise, but it gives me time to think
about all kinds of things . . . from solving problems to developing ideas for
creating something new in my studio.
When I lived in Ithaca, I walked mornings at the marina. The same
handful of us were there routinely, and one of us wasn't, I
noticed. We didn't hang out and chat or go out together for coffee. We
walked. We smiled and nodded as we caught a glimpse of each other from a
distance and said a cordial hello when we met one another on the path.
If I skipped a day, the priest who was one of the morning walkers would
always say, "missed you yesterday," as we passed one another on
the path.
Where I now live, I have discovered a few new places to walk that give me
that same feeling. One of safety in numbers and belonging. ..even if it is
imaginary...it is my own little walking club. All my new friends are always there, kind of like before, and patiently waiting for me. In the absence of a
lake shore, I now favor walking in the local cemeteries where it
is peaceful and quiet. The mature trees and grounds are beautiful and some
of the headstones and monuments are lovely. The cemeteries where I walk
have very old graves in them and on the soldiers' graves, there are metal
stakes that hold small American flags that are placed there on Memorial Day
every year. Those who were in the Civil War, have a star and the letters GAR,
which stands for Grand Army of the Republic. Many of the Civil War dead are
buried in a section of Forest Hills Cemetery, in Attica, on the far
western side where the setting sun shines on their small headstones every
evening.
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View of small Civil War headstones on the western side of Forest Hills Cemetery, Attica, New York |
Scattered throughout Forest Hills, are granite headstones that are benches.
I am grateful to have them there to rest. I told my husband that I have decided
I would like our headstone to be a bench, too. I like the idea of a bench and a
place for people to sit and rest a while. It may seem odd to some people that I
enjoy spending so much time in cemeteries, but I just do.
When I was a little girl, I spent many hours with my parents visiting the
family plots in several different cemeteries and watering the large crocks of red geraniums they potted every
year and placed on their parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles graves. Later
on, I tried to make yearly visits to family plots, pulling grass, brushing
lichens off the engraved names and dates. Sometimes I would preserve an
image from an interesting head stone by making a rubbing with
charcoal on paper that I bought at the art supply store just for that purpose.
I had thoughts of one day transferring the image to a white-on-white quilt
with, perhaps, a softly arching willow tree pattern. Many of the monuments are
ornate, as is the one shown here.
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Lovely ornate monument in Macphpelah Cemetery, Le Roy, New York |
There are many beautiful cemeteries in Western New York, as well as some
small rustic pioneer cemeteries that are scattered all throughout the area. When I
visit them, I think about the lives and times of those who are laid to
rest and I like to imagine what their lives were like and what the area was
like when they were on the earth.
The names on some of the old stones are those we almost never see anymore.
Augustus, Philomena, Patience. One of my favorites is Thankful Walker. I
always smile when I pass by and read her name on her headstone.
There are no photos from my studio this week. I am still working on several
different projects, all in various stages of undone-ness. The week was busy
with real estate transactions and lots of house showings.
Early this week, we experienced sweltering heat and humidity. A cold
front came through on Thursday night that pushed that all away and we now are
having absolutely beautiful weather. Cool nights and comfortable days with low
humidity. Does it feel a bit like fall? Yes. Do I mind? I guess not; however, I admit I
am a little torn. This summer seems to have just flown by, but I love fall and
look forward to the colors, the temperatures and all the wonderful
traditions that are part of the season.
The sun is shining into my east-facing office window and it is time to
consider my Saturday morning To Do List. I hope you enjoyed the brief
cemetery talk and tour. Next week, I expect to have some new photos from my
studio to post.
Until then, I wish you health and happiness; and may the Lord hold you in the hollow of His hand.