This afternoon I' d like to walk the older one again. Maybe I'll be able to find a stone even older than 1812. My parents are ravenous genealogists. Our ancestry is primarily English, so when we lived in the suburbs of London between 1983 and 1985, they took advantage of the opportunity by spending many weekends in the libraries there and by roaming cemeteries and cathedrals to look at ancestral graves. Right away, however, I realized she was right.
Cemeteries are great places to walk, especially older cemeteries.
The other day, Darleen and I went for a walk in the cemetery we have just down the road a bit. The other side has a few from that time frame but more from the 1800s. I like that side best. How intriguing it is to read the gravestones and speculate on what life must have been like for them. History does not seem so distant in a place like a cemetery.