Cemetery North of Gingin

Cemeteries are typically places filled with gravestones that tell stories. These stories are told by the engraving on the stone. A kind of stone age tweet of a life. This cemetery just north of Gingin, about an hour away, is filled with graves that really break the mold.



This marker tried to be conventional, but the lights and solar cells sort of get in the way of that. I don't want to know what's in the jar just to the left of the marker.

Ricky Lloyd here, has a story to tell, but I can't really figure it out.

Mercy Clover's head stone has weathered black and her immortelle has rusted nearly away. But the grave covering of seashells survives.

And TS hearts FS in an odd way.

Danny has a marker of native stone.

And so does Paul Burgess.

But, of course, there are traditional grave stones here. Sadly, this woman drowned at the beginning of her life.

I really can't tell what's going on here.

This cemetery had a much large fraction of unusual graves that any place we've been. It was a hot day under a clear sky. Walking among these graves certainly told a story, but I am hard pressed to tell you what it was.