We couldn't have asked for a better day to box.
It wasn't wicked hot like it was in July and a nice breeze with sunny skies
followed us for the day. We chose to visit several cemetery's in
Louisville and wish we could have spent more time in some of them
One of the things I love about cemetery's is the vast diversity of plant material.
My photo of this Ginkgo Biloba doesn't do it justice.
It was huge and intensely yellow.
Our first cemetery was behind a Kohl's store.
Unfortunately, it was locked and I wasn't able to have a better
read of the stones but I did manage to shot the one below.
When I first glanced this stone I chuckled at the tennis rackets until I read further
and realized it was her passion.
While this was a lovely cemetery we were dismayed
because the box was no longer there.
Next we drove to Cherokee Park because it is so lovely to drive through
and made our way across Bardstown to three smallish cemetery's.. ....
St. Louis, St. Michaels and Louisville Cemetery.
This cemetery had three boxes hidden there - I'm pretty good at reading clues --- This one had me scratching my head. We found the 1st location but no box. On to the second and learned that a row in a cemetery in Kentucky is not what a row is to me here in NY. 4-5 rows at the base of a large tree according to the clues - i needed to cross two roads and six large trees before I found the correct one.
Public Vault --- no one was present.
Cemetery's hold clues to what happened around the area, are gold mines for history and architecture buffs and to me sobering when I come across the gravestones of babies. Many times they aren't buried with the family, the stones are small, sometimes they have personal verses.
I can upon this spot (the box is in the tree) and stopped to read the dates and names. These were all babies and young children - perhaps 100 or more. And I got to thinking about how they might have died and were there other children in the family, I thought of the mothers who held their babies for an hour, a day....who lay them to rest to never be held again.
a beautiful old yew tree with shaggy bark - about 15 feet high
a far different look that what we are used to seeing in front of peoples houses.
One of the things I love seeing is the ivy that grows on all the trees -
Kentuckians don't think it's so nice though.
What is pretty to one is a weedy nuisance to another.
These are columns of ivy covered grapevines hanging down from a huge elm tree.
And our last cemetery of the day before going to get my grandson from his party.
We had a wonderful time - and really laughed when we spent one hour looking in one
cemetery for 4 boxes. Again, the clues - just passing the entry gates into a cemetery doesn't necessarily mean you have entered the cemetery - in Kentucky anyway.
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