On the way home from dinner in Buchanan tonight, I slammed on the brakes and nearly scared Margie out of her dinner. We had just passed a church and cemetery with the light glistening from the setting sun on the gravestones, and I saw all kinds of photos I needed to take. Here is one of them.
This is an old cemetery, spotted with graves from a very long time ago. The oldest I saw was for a couple born in 1842 and there were people from several of our major wars, that being the only thing I learned about them, except the years they were born and died. I don't understand how people can live 50, 60, 70 years and what goes on their grave stone is that they were a private in such and such a regiment. Sad.