I feel that this trip should come with a disclaimer on the bottom. It should read something to the effect of “Horribly boring with a mild chance of oddly fun experiences. Also may cause butt pain and mild eye strain.” What trip was this, you ask? Well it was a driving trip from San Antonio to Louisiana with detours into
That was my 2007 summer trip and it involved exploring a cemetery. Now you think I’ve gone mad, don’t you? Well I thought I had too, so at least the sentiment is mutual.
We were perhaps three-thirds of the way through the trip and we had moseyed our way into
I feel at this point I should mention that I was carrying a camera to photograph the family tombstones. I often shudder when I think about what people must have thought.
As I was trudging about I noticed a small fence blocking off a small plot of grave land. That was when I noticed that the group of five tombstones bore a familiar name. I squealed (yes, squealed) in delight! I had discovered the first set of family members! I waved frantically and gathered the rest of my family party. I had located Ms. Minnie Sanders Crowder. My grandfather and I snapped a few pictures and then it was time to continue our search. After all, that was only half the scavenger hunt list. We still needed to find Ms. Tipton. My grandfather was fairly sure she was sharing her stone with a few others so we set off a pace to locate another piece to our family puzzle.
The endless rows upon rows of tombstones seemed to almost swim about in the heat as I skimmed the names and writing of each lonely stone. First a brown square one, then a white column, then a…wait. That white one had a familiar name. I tripped over my feet rushing back to the white column. It was the final familial puzzle piece. Ms. Tipton had been located. Her stone was bright, almost polished with and her first name was starting to erode, but her last name was still obvious and deeply etched. Again I motioned my family over to my side. They were ecstatic, for I had located the last, lost family member among a sea of unknowns. Again I snapped a few pictures and we finally could go back to the hotel.
This was an experience that most people would probably find morbid, boring at best. I agree with both statements, but I still found fun in the endless rows of stones. It was a superior family reunion. I was meeting family members I had never seen before and through the medium of their tombstones I was learning their stories.
So, if you’re looking for a good time and you happen to be in
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