Sunday, September 30, 2007
Last Thursday a friend and I took a short tour of Forest Home Cemetery in Forest Park, IL (a Chicago suburb). One of the things I like to do is to take photos of the statuary in cemeteries.
I used to be uncomfortable around cemeteries, but cemeteries are so peaceful that they have made me fear death less. The statuary is so beautiful and sometimes so plain - we found a tombstone that looked like a quilt in Forest Home. It's very interesting to see how people are remembered.
During college, I met a friend at a cemetery. It was fall, and very foggy. We walked around, taking photos and we noticed a sort of chapel up on a hill. We were very startled when a group of nuns emerged from that chapel. We had no idea that it was still in use.
I originally began to frequent cemeteries during my genealogical quest for ancestry. Then, on a trip to New Orleans, my friends and I toured the Metarie Cemetery. It was gorgeous. That was the beginning of my recent exploration of cemeteries.