As a child, I passed by the old church cemetery to and from school everyday. One day I decided to walk through the graveyard instead of going right home....it was a little scary and I felt a little bit like an intruder. What I saw were old, beautiful tombstones with names, carvings and poetry, angels and lambs. Stories of people that I'd never know. I walked up the hill and down the hill looking at them all in complete quietness...just the wind and the birds and me. It was a new private world that I'd found.... compelling and completely peaceful and I have never forgotten.
So I moved to the mountains of West Virginia to walk through my own Family's Cemetery, meeting the people I will now get to know......and all of those childhood feelings are felt and remembered once again in yet another peaceful, private world, my world, my people ...the birds, the wind and me.
RE: Henry Keatley # 51149227 Hey Cuz! Haven't heard from you in forever! I was starting to worry about you. Anyway, I didn't add any info to Henry. Kenneth Bowen created the original memorial and transferred it to you. I have never added anything but the photo of his gravestone to the memorial. I had seen the incorrect info but don't manage it. Glad you are back! Cuz Mary