A trip to the cemetery

Mrs ERJ and I drove to her home-town yesterday and visited her parent's graves.

The site is covered with majestic, 200 year-old White Oaks

We scrubbed the algae off of the stone and scraped the moss and algae out of the lettering.

I left Mrs ERJ after a bit and wandered around.

Power mowers are rough on grave-stones. These were knocked off of their concrete bases

Not perfect, but it was the best I could do without stretching a line and using edging equipment to find concrete bases.

These graves are right next to the road and in the center-foreground of the overview picture.

The cemetery is hilly by Michigan standards. Family lore has it that my wife's father used to snow-ski through the cemetery after dark as a young man. He hid the skis in a hedge and then late in the evening he would take a shortcut through the cemetery on the way home from downtown. He could build up enough speed to coast into the backyard of his father's house.

Bonus image

A bird had flown into our living room window and left an imprint.