The Cemetery Girls

Inspired by OLWG#421 prompt- Now I have a new goal

Last Halloween, I was out visiting my Granddaughter for the holiday.

On my trips to see her, I take her with me to cemeteries around Fox Lake so that I can stock up on Cemetery Pictures for my blog- when she was a toddler she thought that monsters lived in the cemetery.

I explained to her that monsters don’t live in cemeteries ( I bit my tongue to keep from saying they live under her bed and in her basement too) but that people who have died do.

” Are they sleeping?” she asked me once.

No, I told her. They are dead.

” Oh. ” she said. ” But they’re just people, right?”

” Absolutely” I assured her.

Photo By : A.M. Moscoso
Oakwood Cemetery
Beaver Dam, WI
October 2023

Last year we went to the cemetery where members of Jemma’s   maternal side of the family have been laid to rest.

She had asked my son, before I got there to show her where a specific grave was and she was eager to share it with me on  our outing.

“Lola ” ( Filipino kids call their Grandmothers “Lola” ) she said when we got to a sunny grave sight at the fence line, ” Meet my Great Grandparents ”

Jemma visiting her Great Grandparents:
Photo A.M. Moscoso
Saint Mary’s Cemetery
“Annunciation Cemetery”
Fox Lake Wisconsin, USA

She looked up at me expectantly, she was wearing her Halloween dress, her favorite jacket and her hair was loose. She was relaxed because Cemetery Exploration is our thing. But it was that look that captured my attention- she looked like she knew for sure with every fiber in her body that I would know what to say, how to act.

I clicked a picture of her without really looking at the shot as I took it because I was focused on the graves.

” Hello Myra and John. It’s very, very nice to meet you. I’m Anita, I’m Jemma’s Grandma. I hope you have a Happy Halloween.”

Jemma was beaming.

Apparently I was being tested and I had passed with flying colors.

” Come on Lola, I can show you more people!”

And she did.

Photo A.M. Moscoso
Saint Mary’s Cemetery
“Annunciation Cemetery”
Fox Lake Wisconsin, USA

 

Story Time

I like the Summer for one reason and one reason alone: During the summer people oil themselves up and then they go out into the Sun and they mummify themselves for our ( well, my ) edification.

A little sand, a little sun and no water and that’s how mummies were created.  I know this much because I am a archaeologist nerd, but there is a big difference between experiencing and just reading about experiences.

Even though I had the privilege of being  a mortician’s apprentice and even though I learned the art of embalming, I never got the chance to learn about mummification so I am grateful for this opportunity.

On top of that, I hate Summer and I think people who love it are odd.

I love winter because it is dark, it is quiet and each winter evening is full of mystery and promise and ghosts.

Lots of them.

Winter (Hiver, ou le Loup dans la Neige)
Félix Bracquemondlate 19th century – early 20th century