Along the old railroad path pictured in the last post were a few headstones. They were out in the middle of the woods not too far off the path. The woods is private property now and most of it is fenced off. Normally no one would ever see the graves as the leaves would conceal them. But since the leaves are long gone the headstones could be seen. They are a little hard to read but they listed three people:
An infant that died when it was delivered on October 23, 1836
Isabella Sedwick who died March 10, 1848 at the age of 7
and Marion Sedwick who died January 8, 1850 at the age of 15.
I have no idea who the people were, what they did, why the died or why they are buried in a woods and forgotten. But at least they are remembered here. Another note about this is that a friend of mine drove past here late one night and saw a little girl in an old dress running through the field across the road. Maybe it was Isabella.
This evening Hannah and I went to shoot a graveyard right in the heart of Danville. There are some very old graves there (I found one from around the 1770’s). Almost all of the graves are from people that have been dead for a very long time and have most likely been completely forgotten about. But as Hannah said, our photos remember and honor them in some way.
“Dreams come true and then they die. It’s time for new ones to come along. But the old ones still stand strong holding all the memories.” This quote comes from my mom and this post is for her. I like the quote and I liked her thought behind it. For her one of her dreams is coming to an end and it’s sad. It’s hard to watch something like that die. But it leaves room for something new. This tree above has had some life to it for the five years that we’ve known it. And then it finally died this year. But it still stands, tall and strong and holding all the memories of the past five years. And Mom I want to let you know that I am so proud of you and how hard you worked for your dream and even though it’s coming to a close just think of everything that awaits and the new dreams that will come.
It was a long day today. A long first day at my job, running on not enough sleep, a bad start to my morning, and stupid thoughts still swirling. But days like this come and go and tomorrow will be better.
Graveyards are interesting places. Of course they can be full of stories and myths, and inspiration for stories and myths. Countless people have talked and written about them in countless ways. They always work nicely for photos too. As I drove to Danville, I remembered there was a graveyard that I had been wanting to shoot for some time. So I stopped by and shot there for a while as the sun slowly descended behind me. While I was there I only thought about the photos I was trying to get. But as I write this I start to think about the actual graveyard. All the headstones, trying to hold memories of the people that are buried beneath them. Each stone, carved with a name, trying to hold the memory of that person here on Earth. Trying desperately to not allow them to be forgotten. But how many of those people are forgotten? Think of all the people that have lived and died. Eventually they will be forgotten. No one will remember them. All that’s left is a name and date. And even the stone is temporary. They only prolong the inevitable oblivion. Here are two stones, two monuments. Old. The names worn off. No one to remember the two buried beneath.