June 01, 2004

Cemetery

A beautiful photo-blog, devoted to Greenwood Cemetery in New Orleans.

I'm a bit of a graveyard connoisseur myself. Some of the best photos I have ever taken in my life were in the graveyard at Clonmacnoise, in Ireland. Jean and I were there on a chilly day, when there were no other people, and the sun was going down, the shadows long and dark ... and something about those photos .... I should scan some of them, so you can see what the hell I am talking about. Magical. Evocative.

Thanks to Rob - for linking to that lovely blog.

Posted by sheila
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Thanks, Sheila.

On the occasion of my dad's birthday (He died last year and is buried there), the family decided to meet there, pay our respects, and go have lunch in City Park nearby. My brother was running late and two of us were on our lunch break and were pressed for time so we had the picnic right there in the cemetery. Some tourists gave us a strange look but the locals (We're locals, too) thought nothing of it.

Posted by: Rob at June 1, 2004 04:26 PM

Makes perfect sense to me. :)

Posted by: red at June 1, 2004 04:28 PM

I believe this is when I make my obligatory statement of shocked near-disbelief that you STILL haven't been to New Orleans yet. ;-)

Posted by: Dave J at June 1, 2004 04:39 PM

One of the reasons I posted it, Dave, was so you could berate me again. :)

Perhaps I fear if I visit the city, I will never return.

Posted by: red at June 1, 2004 04:40 PM

[insert evil laugh]

Posted by: Dave J at June 1, 2004 04:56 PM

Like cemeteries? Try this one

Posted by: Rob at June 1, 2004 05:11 PM

At the risk of blaspheming, I am reminded of a song...

Oh lay me down in Forest Lawn in a silver casket...

Seriously, there truly is something serene and wonderful about cemeteries, especially the older ones, most especially visiting the graves of loved ones and ancestors. The best part is seeing the stone of someone who lived a long, full life. The saddest is seeing the graves of so many children (before infant mortality was largely overcome).

Posted by: Ken Summers at June 1, 2004 09:31 PM

Sheila, on a related note, I sent a pic by email (just to let you know, in case your server strips attachments)

Posted by: Ken Summers at June 2, 2004 12:27 AM

A true story that mimics the Simpsons episode where Bart cut off the head of the statue of Springfield's founder concerns the Fireman's Charitable Association monument-- some practical jokers cut off the fireman's head sometime in the Eighties and he was a headless fireman for a good five years till the head was discovered in someone's garage and put back where it belonged.
In case you didn't know, the Canal Streetcar was just recently revived and you can take it from the river to the cemetaries.

Posted by: Doss at June 2, 2004 06:36 PM

If she gets on a streetcar, Doss, that will seal the deal. She'll have to stay.

I took them every day for 4 years going to De La Salle High School on St Charles. The novelty of it never wore off.

Posted by: Rob at June 3, 2004 01:18 PM

Rob, I used to get ON the streetcar right in front of De La Salle to go downtown to work at the federal courthouse when I was in law school (roll Green Wave!) :-) But I still haven't ridden the revived Canal Street line, so that's something to do next time I'm back.

Damn, I miss New Orleans.

Posted by: Dave J at June 3, 2004 01:52 PM

I haven't been on the Canal Street line yet. As soon as schedule allows, I plan to.

Posted by: Rob at June 3, 2004 02:24 PM