This is where we went Sunday after the whole neighborhood was mowed:
For years now I've been wanting to check out this little section of land between 95 and the canal, down at the North Burial Ground. I was fascinated by the rows and rows of tiny markers I could see through the trees whenever I was on my way to Garden Grille. So, Jason and I finally made the trip over there to check it out.
It's an old free burial ground, a potter's field. One section has some old headstones and a monument to the graves from the original burial ground where they were moved from long ago. The majority is these little markers, which, from what I can tell, seem to belong to people who were buried at the free grounds. No names, just numbers. Then, the section that had the greatest impact on me, was the makeshift markers that dotted the first part of the grounds. Most of them were recent (over the past 10 years) and seemed to have people who still tended them somewhat. They were scrawled with sad sentiments to the departed loved ones. It was a little heartbreaking to read them. Even more upsetting was the obvious vandalism that has taken place there. A person has to be of the lowest form of useless scumbag to scribble over a laminated photo of someone's dead child, or to deface a marker that has been obviously created and tended for someone lost and loved. There are segments of humanity that disgust me to unfathomable depths.
It's an old free burial ground, a potter's field. One section has some old headstones and a monument to the graves from the original burial ground where they were moved from long ago. The majority is these little markers, which, from what I can tell, seem to belong to people who were buried at the free grounds. No names, just numbers. Then, the section that had the greatest impact on me, was the makeshift markers that dotted the first part of the grounds. Most of them were recent (over the past 10 years) and seemed to have people who still tended them somewhat. They were scrawled with sad sentiments to the departed loved ones. It was a little heartbreaking to read them. Even more upsetting was the obvious vandalism that has taken place there. A person has to be of the lowest form of useless scumbag to scribble over a laminated photo of someone's dead child, or to deface a marker that has been obviously created and tended for someone lost and loved. There are segments of humanity that disgust me to unfathomable depths.
It actually had a little bit of a downer effect on my mood for the rest of the night. I felt a little mopey and out of it for a while.
We found a couple sweet areas to sit and spend some peaceful moments together. A lovely little pond by some beautiful blossom trees cheered the mood a bit. And then the bizarre hair art hanging from an old tree caught our attention and left us wondering what the bloody heck was the point of it all...
We made grilled cheese with the daiya havarti, cheddar, a super garlicky pesto, and tomato, had a beer and then watched the newest Game of Thrones episode with some friends after relaying the story of our NBG explorations.
We made grilled cheese with the daiya havarti, cheddar, a super garlicky pesto, and tomato, had a beer and then watched the newest Game of Thrones episode with some friends after relaying the story of our NBG explorations.
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