Okay, right after swearing we weren’t going to let the site slide, another month goes by sans posts. I’ll remedy that. Seriously. Going to grad school is hard! You can appreciate that, right? But let’s find something to post on, just to fill the time.
My Headstoning actually started quite early. My dad, an avid birdwatcher, had us down to Green Lawn Cemetery on a regular basis, and I always enjoyed that. Another fun thing was visiting various famous interments on family trips. In 1991, we took a couple of trips to the East Coast, including this one to Old Graveyard in Carlisle, Cumberland County, Pennsylvania–the gravesite of legendary Molly Pitcher.
That is one of my favorite pictures because it just sums things up so well. There I am, wandering around through a maze of toppled, crowded headstones. I’m not looking for anything, I’m just hanging out, exploring, seeing what I see. Really that’s the reason to get into cemeteries in the first place, isn’t it? Anyway, moving onwardly!
Arguably one of the most important burial sites (or sights?) to see, for an American, is the tomb of George Washington located at Mount Vernon. We visited there while on our D.C. trip in 1991. To make things easier for you, I’m the white glowy thing directly in front of the flag on the left. My sister is in blue standing next to me. Admittedly, I am way more enthralled by the fencing than in the tomb itself, but give me a break! I’m six! Actually, I am probably not six yet. In any event, you’ve got to admit that the seeds are there, definitely there.
The same year–and possibly even earlier in the year because I look ridiculously young in this picture as opposed to the others–we went to Boston, Massachusetts (not Austen). Boston and Philadelphia always stick out when I remember the places I’ve been, probably because we (1) did a lot of walking both places (2) stayed there for awhile. This is a picture of me at the grave of John Winthrop–either the Massachusetts Bay Colony Governor or the Colonial Royal Governor, I’m not sure which one. But this is at Kings Chapel Burial Ground in Boston, MA.
And pretty much that’s all there is to say about early headstoning. As you can no doubt see, my love of cemeteries started early–I love to point to the picture of me hugging a tombstone in the earlier post (see The Littlest Headstoner of Them All)–although my interest in history and genealogy didn’t come on board until much later.












