The Baptist cemetery on Main Street has graves dating to the early 1800s, many sadly falling to ruin.
The wrought iron fence was just managing to keep its head above the dirty snowline.
The rounded tops of the gravestones resemble
cookie-cutter shaped people.
There's an intriguing gap in the fence.
I was standing on my tip-toes to get this photo, the snow pile being almost taller than me,
and the cemetery being on a higher level than the street.
Here's the gravestone that's visible through the gap ,
marking the passing of William Francis,
infant son of William and Mary Terylor in 1838.
Many believe that loved ones will all be reunited after death.
There are people who can talk to the dead
and bring messages back of hope and healing for those left behind.
There are people who are able to see ghosts that are still walking this plane.
But only bones and those memories and sentiments that we bring with us
when we visit the graveyard linger there;
the spirits have moved on.
(Thanks to the Vintage Moth for family image)