I enjoy taking pictures of graves and fulfilling photo requests when I can.
My favorite cemetery is St. Peter's Cemetery. I have a lot of family buried there (Beaulieu, Boilard and Gagnon) and know my way around really well. I have also explored a lot of the other cemeteries in Auburn, Maine and some in Lewiston, Maine.

Dear Ancestor

Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marbled stone.

It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born.

Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own.

Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.

I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.

-Walter Butler Palmer

I enjoy taking pictures of graves and fulfilling photo requests when I can.
My favorite cemetery is St. Peter's Cemetery. I have a lot of family buried there (Beaulieu, Boilard and Gagnon) and know my way around really well. I have also explored a lot of the other cemeteries in Auburn, Maine and some in Lewiston, Maine.

Dear Ancestor

Your tombstone stands among the rest;
Neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marbled stone.

It reaches out to all who care
It is too late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born.

Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own.

Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.

I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.

-Walter Butler Palmer