Those that visit here often, know that my cousin and I visit old graveyards, whenever we get a chance. I guess, some may think that's strange but, we both love history and what better place to find it.
This particular graveyard was a bit different than any we had been too. It's one of the oldest in this area. It's said to be an old slave graveyard. From what we were told, those buried here didn't die as slaves or at least those with markers didn't but, they were born into slavery.
Above is a picture of Morticia reading a broken headstone. If you click on the picture, you can read the dates. The date of death was 1916.
This was a place that seemed to have been forgotten. In a heavily wooded area that had been unattended for many years. The latest grave site we found was 1979 and all the flowers and wreaths that were put there at the funeral, were still there. Tattered ribbons were hanging from them.
Most of the places we visit have a peaceful feel to theme. This one was just strange. The air seemed to stop moving. There was no breeze. We didn't hear the sound of birds or other animals that inhabited the woods.
Some of the graves were marked by bricks or in some cases pieces of broken trees. There were several not marked at all. The only way you knew they were there was the outline of the sunken ground.
Such a sad and lonely place. Broken and forgotten.