Bio
I am currently working on documenting as fully as possible, The Valley St. Cemetery in Manchester.
Feel free to use any of my photo's, as I don't feel that they belong to me personally, but belong in the public domain. The graves are in the public eye, the only difference is that I took a photo of it, and hopefully was able to help someone as I have been helped.
Borrowed from MaLisa Fender Rembowski:
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care
it is too late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.
Author unknown
I am currently working on documenting as fully as possible, The Valley St. Cemetery in Manchester.
Feel free to use any of my photo's, as I don't feel that they belong to me personally, but belong in the public domain. The graves are in the public eye, the only difference is that I took a photo of it, and hopefully was able to help someone as I have been helped.
Borrowed from MaLisa Fender Rembowski:
Your tombstone stands among the rest;
neglected and alone.
The name and date are chiseled out
On polished, marbled stone.
It reaches out to all who care
it is too late to mourn.
You did not know that I exist
You died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you
In flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse
Entirely not our own.
Dear Ancestor, the place you filled
One hundred years ago
Spreads out among the ones you left
Who would have loved you so.
I wonder if you lived and loved,
I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot,
And come to visit you.
Author unknown