This is the sticky note I instagrammed on Monday for #projectcalmdownmum.
Where did I go? Probably not where most mums would take a two year old for some time out of the house. We went to our local cemetery, the old section.
She had a ball walking around with me, probably walked over one too many graves. On that day in history there would have been several people in the late nineteenth/early twentieth century stating that someone just walked over their grave. It was Summer.
We spent nearly an hour wandering around, it wasn't so bad. I found it very interesting and intriguing, not creepy at all. I could go back again and have another look, I didn't see everything.
If I had of been thinking I would have taken a few bunches of flowers, I am so going to do that next time. The place could do with some brightening up.
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| FLORIE Died 26th Dec 1885 aged 9 1/2 months 'The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away' |
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| Little Flories tiny grave caught my eye and drew me closer. |
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| Who was Lillie Nash? Intriguing. |
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| We found some ancestors. Fanny and John had 18 children. One of which, Samuel, fathered a girl, Nancy Wanda. That girl is my grandmother, she'll be 85 this year. Some facts, Samuel died when mum was preggers with me. My sister was born the following year on Samuels birthday. Summer sits on Richards grave, Fannys brother in law and Johns brother. Yes I have Dick and Fanny in my family tree! |
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| Looking from the old to the new |
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