A little bit of France for the decomposing.
In addition, a Rear Admiral was buried with a rusty anchor above his tomb.
In addition the flowers, someone left a pumpkin.
“Two traditions, one home.” Judaism and…broccoli?
A lovely pair of matching headstones.
One can only wonder if there was a viking funeral.
Ezekiel Hayes Trowbridge was involved heavily in the railroad industry. He died just past the turn of the last century. His family plot includes a fifteen foot tall crucifix with a life-sized marble angel.
It’s a shame that the angel’s left hand has broken off. In her right hand, the dead stems of flowers and a length of plastic necklace that someone left behind in memory of the old rail baron.
His family, buried in front and behind the massive monument. I snapped only a few pictures. These markers are great to look at until ideas of how much these things costs start to develop. So much money to convey the idea that ‘I was a big deal in life and in death, you should not forget that.’
More impressive and I imagine, often overlooked, are the ancient tombstones that line the far left wall of the graveyard. These are the oldest headstones, great signals of old traditions. They often had crude carvings of angel faces on them, as you will, or they displayed this king skull & crossbones. Further research is required in order to find out the meaning behind it. Until then, I present these pictures.
The angel on the right is smirking.
A more intricate carving of the winged skull angel that appeared on some of the old tombstones.
A non-plus angel.
A grave plot with a swinging iron fence, inviting for the curious.
Inside, the body of Samuel St. John.
It was hard to get a picture that accurately captured what this is but in a corner of the cemetery is a plot that is sectioned off by a fence made of trees. When in full bloom, I imagine it would look magnificent. This late in the season, it seems a bit decrepit.
Multiple local celebrities lie here in Grove Cemetery. A few national names, bearing fame and fortune, occupy here as well. Here we have the tomb of Charles Goodyear, inventor (as his tomb reminds us) of vulcanized rubber.
The cross in the back displays this icon.
In addition, we have Eli Whitney, inventor of the cotton gin and interchangeable parts, thus providing a timeless metaphor for why your job is being replaced by a machine.
A pair of sphinx sit in the back of the cemetery. For whom, I don’t know.
The lack of pupils notwithstanding, these are fantastic sculptures that remain smooth and well-detailed despite being outside.
She’s quiet and when she speaks, it’s often in riddles. But she’s a looker.