Probably it's a middle age thing, but I've been getting into reading old tombstones to see what I can discern about the person's life from them.
Came across a poignant one in Boston from the 1700s -- a ship's captain had a stone made for his chinese bo'sun's mate.
Boston has some amazing old cemeteries.
I got interested in cemeteries when I was about 10.
After my grandfather survived throat cancer, he decided to retire from farming.
When a few years had passed, he got bored and took a part-time digging graves for the local funeral home.
I'd always tag along with him in the summer and go look at the tombstones while he was operating the backhoe.
I think my parents found it to be a morbid pastime.
Another confessed gravestone reader here.
I find it most interesting to read the tombstones in cemeteries. So much of local history is found or can be surmised by reading the stones.
Just Friday I stopped at an old cemetery in my travels. Since I like the Civil War, it was a real find to discover graves of many Civil War veterans from NJ, some who, through their regimental descriptions, were present at Gettysburg.
But the stone most poignant was a more modern one, from 1945. It was placed by the family of a sailor that perished in the sinking of the USS Drexler.It simply said--"lost at sea".
When I got home, I googled up "USS Drexler" and found that this was a destroyer that was sunk by Japanese kamikaze
planes in 1945. Another reminder of the tremendous cost of freedom.
I've been working on my family genealogy for many years and find it quite enjoyable. It's a lot like detective work and cemeteries are a usual source of information. Unfortunately, a tombstone makes a poor statement of a persons lifetime and it pains me to think that all the thoughts and experiences of my ancestors are all but forgotten. The journal that I started a few years ago will hopefully solve that for my descendents.
I do that, too. I "did" a cemetery at a local Methodist church just a couple of weeks ago, while I was waiting for an appointment with the pastor.
At another Methodist cemetery I visited last summer, there was a monument to a former pastor who had "Prayed for an earthquake during revival on (date) ... and it was answered!"