T Stands for Another Cemetery Hop - Part 1

Works schedules made it difficult for my friend, Teague, and I to get together. A month ago we found a date which worked for both of us. Weather predictions were humid with a 50% chance of showers/thunderstorms.

When I got to her house, we decided what we should do for the day.

"What do you want to do, Marty?"

"I don't know. What do you want to do, Marty?"

Teague told me she had been in the town of Dover at the Highland St. Cemetery to look for some ancestors on her mother's side. She said she thought I would really like to see this cemetery.

She had me at cemetery so off we went.

Teague want to stop at the cemetery office to see if she could find the plot where her family was located. In her genealogy search, she had found section numbers, but when she first visited the cemetery, there were no section markings and since it was a Sunday, no one around to ask for a map.

GPS sent us down a dead end road and announced we had arrived at our destination. Teague said the office was in a garage across from the cemetery. Across the way, we could see what looked like a garage building, but like a lot of things in New England, "Ya can't get theyah from heah."

Teague found the way out, and we were across from the cemetery so she drove in and parked.

The front end of the cemetery was the oldest part. The cemetery wasn't large. So we split up and walked along the front half of the cemetery looking for the grave of her relatives.

I was charmed by the pansy carved on this stone for a beloved sister.

Teague searched her half.

I liked the Old English/Gothic lettering on this stone along with the shell motifs.

Many of the graves in this area were from the Revolutionary War  (1775 -1783), War of 1812 (1812-14), and Civil War (1861-1865)

This family plot was surrounded by a beautiful fence. Wrought iron?

Weeping willow detail 

Urn gate post.

Slate stone from 1778 with a typical Angel of Death motif 

This Death Head between the two columns reminded me of the Great and Powerful Wizard of Oz.

Around Memorial Day, flags are placed at the graves of Veterans. This man was a veteran of the Revolutionary War. Rusty, the supervisor of this cemetery, also plants geraniums at the veterans graves.

Another death head.

Lamb marking the grave of a child

This grave marks a veteran who served in the French and Indian War (1756 -1763)

This young man passed away in 1891. His age is listed in years, months, and days which was common for these early stones.

A handsome Old English B. The slate gravestones of the earlier graves didn't weather as well as this granite stone.

The Doctor? Doctor, who? (His soon her name is not Doctor Who. That's a running gag. Doctor, who? His/her name is The Doctor. And the grave is on Tranzelore)

A beautiful monument to a beloved daughter. A hand clutches a beautiful rose.

We had wandered halfway through the cemetery and Teague couldn't find the graves she was looking for. Fortunately, Rusty, the supervisor, was taking care of the grounds. He offered his services and went to the garage to find the area on a map, and then to the office two times (because Teague had misread lot numbers) to find the grave records.

This cemetery is very well maintained, and we told him how nice the grounds looked. He said he usually does more planting, but the late snows in March and cold April prevented him from getting flowers in.

After wandering through the new part of the cemetery (you'll see that over the next two weeks as I took a lot of photographs), we stopped at Murphy's Eats and Treats in Ashland.

My refreshing Raspberry Lime Rickey. Teague had a root beer

I had a freshly made, bacon cheeseburger with crinkle fries. Teague knows the drill (Don't eat!) and waited for me to take a picture.

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