T Stands for Another Cemetery Hop - Part 2

The cemetery hop continues at the Highland Street Cemetery in Dover.

An Old English "D" with lovely ivy on this granite family monument.

The end of creeping phlox ground cover cascading over stones lining the main road. This was not far from the area where Teague's relatives were buried circa 1865. But there's a bit of a mystery. The plot where they were buried, according to the cemetery records, Rusty, the supervisor found, was a 10 grave plot. Five graves in front and five graves in back, but not one of the graves had a marker. This was also the case for several of her ancestors in other cemeteries. So the mystery? Was the family too poor to afford headstones? Did they use the money for other uses? Is anyone buried in the plot? Someone bought the gravesite, but was anyone actually buried here? She may never find an answer.

Geraniums in the center of the cemetery. Rusty really loves his job.

The grave of a young man killed in action during World War I

I thought this grave of a woman Air Force Service pilot during World War II was a great find. Way to go Mary!

As we moved into the newer section at the back of the cemetery, the stones were not typically what one finds in the newer areas of a cemetery.

A 21st. century grave with a 17th century style slate headstone for this husband and wife. The angels of death look more like cherubs. There was also an old rhyme on the stone:

Stop here my friend & cast an eye

as you are now so once was I

as I am now so you must be

Prepare for death and follow me.

A very sober thought, but not today.

A rough, hewn granite marker

with a charming statue of a woman carrying sheaves of wheat. And of course, I began humming the hymn:

Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness,

Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve;

Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping,

We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves.

Again, a new slate stone with

a beautiful inlaid rose. Almost like marquetry, but in stone.

I like the personal touches that people leave for their loved ones. Here a statue of a rabbit and

a duck. Makes you wonder what the story is behind them. Also, someone was a member of Grange. Dover was a small, farming community back in the day. The Grange is a farmers association for social activities, community service, and political lobbying.

I also wondered about the grave with the statue of the woman carrying the sheaves, was that person also a Grange member?

It always sad to come upon the markers for the babies or young children, like the lamb and Our Lizzie from last week.

The Kanjii symbols for Warrior and Scholar are similar.

I laughed out loud when I found this marker. The Diamonds must have had a wonderful sense of humor. At the bottom of the stone: On the road again and a picture of a VW bus.

By the time we got back to Teague's house, it was time for dessert. We went to the local Dairy Queen and had Mini Blizzards in paper cups. I had a Heath Bar (toffee) Blizzard, and Teague had a Cookie Dough. She even held up a napkin as a professional backdrop so I could take the photo.

Drop by hosts, Bleubeard and Elizabeth's blog to find out what the rest of the T Stands For gang is up to. If you want to play, include in your Tuesday post a beverage or container for a beverage. Don't forget to link your blog to Bleubeard and Elizabeth's page.