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Friday, October 15, 2004
1:43:00 AM EDT
Just accross from where the World Trade Center used to stand, is a really old little cemetary and church. I love to stroll this quiet little place and to contemplate the lives of those who rest there. Many of the tombstones have worn away to the point that there is no longer any remaining indication of the person buried below. However, a few have survived beautifully... Ive read dates of 1791, 1820, some have little limericks, some have touching notes about the lives lived, so many died so young. I wonder why today we no longer engrave touching little sayings about the lives of our loved ones. After reading a few of these loving words, statements we use now like BELOVED WIFE, LOVING FATHER... well they just seem insignificant to describe our loved ones. I wonder if their sayings seemed trite in their time, and It is just that I am unfamiliar and charmed by the differences. Stepping into this cemetary is like instantly being transported out the the busy area it is located within. I find myself wishing I could live like in a movie, that I could close my eyes and then open them to find myself back in the time of the people I am walking amoungst.
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ST. Pauls
Just accross from where the World Trade Center used to stand, is a really old little cemetary and church. I love to stroll this quiet little place and to contemplate the lives of those who rest there. Many of the tombstones have worn away to the point that there is no longer any remaining indication of the person buried below. However, a few have survived beautifully... Ive read dates of 1791, 1820, some have little limericks, some have touching notes about the lives lived, so many died so young. I wonder why today we no longer engrave touching little sayings about the lives of our loved ones. After reading a few of these loving words, statements we use now like BELOVED WIFE, LOVING FATHER... well they just seem insignificant to describe our loved ones. I wonder if their sayings seemed trite in their time, and It is just that I am unfamiliar and charmed by the differences. Stepping into this cemetary is like instantly being transported out the the busy area it is located within. I find myself wishing I could live like in a movie, that I could close my eyes and then open them to find myself back in the time of the people I am walking amoungst.
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