Oak Hill Cemetery

"There'll be two dates on your tombstone.  And all your friends will

read 'em.

But all that's gonna matter

is that

little 

dash between 'em."

I'm a bit late in the posting of my visit to the cemetery near our house in Minnesota. 
Youngest son and Hubby accompanied me on my adventure to Oak Hill Cemetery. 
I have a confession.
I love visiting cemeteries.
I don't know if you have ever had that feeling? 
I'm intrigued with the stories.  While they aren't exactly etched into the gravestones, they leave  a smidgeon of information for the visitor to create their own hypothesis.

It was a fair hike into the forest, before we came to the tiny, old graveyard.  

Lovely fall day, it was!

A very old head stone.  I can't quite recall, but I think it dated back to the 1800s.

Simply says

At Rest

Indeed.

  

I am sure I was being watched. 
I felt a cold breath on my neck and I quickly turned around. 
Nothing.  My imagination. 

Right?

The date on this headstone
is 

September 11, 1913

I
find dates
to be
very interesting.
Don't you?
For instance, did you know,
1913
was the very year
the world's
richest
bank(st)ers
 created the
Federal Reserve?
Just a handful of old men..err..rich old men
created this
private bank.
But, that's
another
conversation.

Carrie Krantz
Born 1885
Died 1909
Only twenty-four years old.
What story would you contrive?

What's that?
I am sure I felt something....
chilly....

Up there?

Time
to
go home.
Youngest son and Hubby
went on ahead
while I snapped photos
and untangled
myself
from the
long boney fingers
reaching up
through
the tall grasses.

But, before I go...
W h a t   i s   y o u r   d a s h?

Are the
few residents
at this
lonely old cemetery
 remembered?
 Are their stories ever told?

Flowers
at the sites
weren't
to be found.
Where are their families?

“In the space between yes and no, there's a lifetime. It's the difference between the path you walk and the one you leave behind; it's the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are; its the legroom for the lies you'll tell yourself in the future.”~Jodi Picoult  A Change of Heart

All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken. Thomas Wolfe

I do believe, I took on too much 

with the photo challenge for September.  

I wasn't able to get all 30 days documented...but you see, with the move back to Arizona and looking after Sweet Little Granddaughter♥,

I simply ran out of time.

I shall attempt to catch up on some of the more interesting challenges.  

Look for photos sprinkled throughout my October bloggings.

❤