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.
I hear ya.
I was a "grandpap's boy," too. < |:)~
We visited a couple of cemetaries in PA - an old Church near our home had graves from the 1700's......it was eerie but I liked knowing that here we were, 200-300 years later thinking about that person........
Where I grew up in western Massachusetts had some very old cemeteries. Is school, we did the crayon rubbings and all.
The thing I remember most though of the old town cemetery was seeing the new kid who worked for a friends landscaping company running like Forest Gump down Main Street.
Apparently while weedwacking around a tombstone in the old part, the ground gave way and he sunk in up to his waist. They told me he jumped clean out and just started running.
The kid never came back, not even to get his lunch or later to get his paycheck.