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There's a little old cemetery in the town where I grew up. In fact, we Brownies and Girl Scouts met in the community building right beside it every Thursday evening.
Depending on the season, its stones and trees would herald chirping robins, deep green shade, burnt orange maple leaves or fresh white snow.
It always seemed a peaceful place to me. There are those who find cemeteries spooky, and they're definitely mysterious; that's true!
The stones in this cemetery memorialize the founders of the little village. Farmers, housewives, blacksmiths, midwives, masons, nurses, doctors, and shop keepers each hold their own intricate tales of the time that they walked the same streets, fields and farms as we now do.
It's fascinating to ponder the details of days gone by. And as we girl scouts met each week, learning life skills and helping others, we were carrying on the story of our small town. I can't help but think that those memorialized founders were cheering us on. ♥
