I was told by several individuals this week that today is the official cemetery cleanup day for their respective family plots. Old community cemeteries with people gathering around 150 year old headstones. Apparently this is a really big deal with reunions and BBQs going on as part of the celebration.
My first thought was, “What a pain in the butt!” Why would someone ever want to do something like that?
Cleaning up a cemetery is not on my list of fun things to do. Taking photographs in them? Yes. I enjoy that immensely. Blogging about them? Sure. Mowing around headstones? Not so much. Hell, I pretty much hate cleaning and mowing no matter where they are done!
But each of these people spoke of the events with such joy and enthusiasm and reverence, referencing all of the stories they get to hear about their ancestors from the old-timers.
“Oh you’re so and so’s grandkid? Let me tell you about the time…”
So, as I thought about it, I felt sad. Sad that I don’t have a place like that to go back to, that I have lost that tie to my past. What a gift it is to have that bit of anchor in a world so full of crazy…