We have driven past this little cemetery many times and have always vowed to one day stop and wonder around. Finally we did. The first thing that took my eye were the daffodils sprouting up out of one grave, straight away I said to my husband that is what I want.
This sculpture was upon another...
A tear was shed on reading this, a young man who never returned from a drive.
These new graves are of early 1900 burials to think someone cares enough to have at least 10 old graves refurbished is wonderful in my eyes.
I was so glad we stopped in as it made more determined to have my Grandmothers life acknowledged with a monument of some sort in Stockton.
This is my contribution to Julies Taphophile Tragics page.