In honor of it being the first week of October, I share this story with you:
Jeanette came to visit and joined us on our daily stroll around the neighborhood. Every day (weather permitting) I put Scarlette in her stroller and we do the same circle around the subdivision. Every. Day. I don’t think I can emphasize this enough. But I will try. EVERY! DAY!
So when Jeanette said “That is so weird that there is a graveyard in the middle of your neighborhood” I thought she was kidding. Until I looked where she was pointing across the street.
HOW DID I MISS THIS? How have I lived here for two years and never once noticed there is an eighteenth century CEMETERY smack dab in the middle of my neighborhood? And it’s not like it’s an easy-to-miss sort of thing, what with all the really old MARBLE STATUE HEADSTONES IN IT.
It’s the same size as the rest of the home lots and flanked on either side by a house. And faces a row of houses across the street. I took that picture STANDING ON THE NEIGHBORHOOD SIDEWALK. Really. Someone built our neighborhood around a cemetery. I mean, I get that you can’t move a cemetery. But it’s about 2 houses in from the entrance. Why not just start building the houses AFTER it? Why put homes on either side?
I immediately sent Jeff a text and he thought I was playing a trick on him. Because you know, he runs that same circle several times a week and had also never noticed the totally-out-of-place-graveyard. It’s like, three doors down from the house where our closest friends in the neighborhood live. We are the most unobservant people EVER.
There is a graveyard in the middle of my neighborhood. This would never happen in suburbia.
