tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678097.post772855073165158809..comments2024-03-27T13:36:21.967-04:00Comments on .OPTIONS for a Better World: A Park Bench Tributekjhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15122196887043345981noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678097.post-90125259697998816232007-07-15T23:38:00.000-04:002007-07-15T23:38:00.000-04:00And that was just the point of those little plaque...And that was just the point of those little plaques - they keep those people around if only in your inaginings. Lovely post.CShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12136201152682543365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678097.post-70441281546130231152007-07-13T16:29:00.000-04:002007-07-13T16:29:00.000-04:00andrea, we would have to bring lunch to the gravey...andrea, we would have to bring lunch to the graveyards. and maybe a small blanket. <BR/><BR/>somehow i think you will be in new england one day....kjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15122196887043345981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678097.post-72151520793801689082007-07-12T22:56:00.000-04:002007-07-12T22:56:00.000-04:00You and me -- what fun we'd have in graveyards tog...You and me -- what fun we'd have in graveyards together. When we moved here 9 years ago I started taking my dog to the local small cemetery. I often saw his family at the grave of Jacob Barnes, age 7, gone for a year or two. He has a lovely grave and I always visited it and often talked to it because my oldest son was about the same age at that time as Jacob was when he died. Eventually I quit seeing his family but there were always fresh flowers and it was always swept clean. Now it's neglected, faded, and my "now" dog requires far more exercise than Zoe used to need so we rarely visit. But I always stop to chat when we do.<BR/><BR/>Hope your stings and cuts heal post-haste!!andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16364011769128646998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678097.post-63251807666130875732007-07-12T20:55:00.000-04:002007-07-12T20:55:00.000-04:00melissa, sometimes it seems like the person's ener...melissa, sometimes it seems like the person's energy is coming right out of those headstones. cemeteries are sacred places. <BR/><BR/>pieterbie, i've lost my dad. and friends. I know what you mean: the memories are part of who we are and how we live. pieterbie, you really are a doll.kjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15122196887043345981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678097.post-5837036204300354922007-07-12T18:57:00.000-04:002007-07-12T18:57:00.000-04:00and the cotton is high.Hey, this guy knows his cla...and the cotton is high.<BR/><BR/>Hey, this guy knows his classics, Porgy and Bess, Gerschwin, terrific!<BR/><BR/>Do you need physical evidence to be reminded by?<BR/>I think of my departed mother nearly every day, she was taken from me back in 2001.<BR/>And I must admit: I stopped going to the cemetary back in 2004, I guess I didn't need to go and put flowers on a grave anymore. I have my memories, and they are not all bad.pieterbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02410340506959326985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678097.post-33074973199578606042007-07-12T13:17:00.000-04:002007-07-12T13:17:00.000-04:00Great post, KJ! A friend of mine thought I was nu...Great post, KJ! A friend of mine thought I was nuts when I spent one of my birthdays hanging out in an old cemetery reading all the stones. I love the stories that grave stones tell, the really old ones. Especially in New England -- it's like suddenly the people are standing there with you telling their life to you. Beautiful photos, too!Melissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15093282449753003894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678097.post-16608239909792852602007-07-12T08:51:00.000-04:002007-07-12T08:51:00.000-04:00lavender, thank you. gotta have trees. and yes, th...lavender, thank you. gotta have trees. and yes, the 'unknowable' and special details about each of us fascinates me too.<BR/><BR/>anon, what's it like right now?? ha! great question! once for a whole summmer when someone asked me for the time, i would say, "why...the time is now". then we would have a laugh. <BR/><BR/>ces, oh geez. you are my beloved incorrigible best friend.<BR/><BR/>sophie, ok, i neglected to mention you were on broadway in 1946. ok.ok. sorry!<BR/><BR/>astrid, you traveled how many times a year? wow.<BR/><BR/>john, zzzzzzzz.kjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15122196887043345981noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678097.post-56649676935743614152007-07-12T04:33:00.000-04:002007-07-12T04:33:00.000-04:00You should never talk to strangers!You should never talk to strangers!Ces Adoriohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17338000465619901229noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678097.post-56766342366453740022007-07-12T03:23:00.000-04:002007-07-12T03:23:00.000-04:00Your Here and 'Now' was wonderful KJ! What's it li...Your Here and 'Now' was wonderful KJ! What's it like right 'Now'?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14732532158833146797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22678097.post-87401432360225021022007-07-12T03:09:00.000-04:002007-07-12T03:09:00.000-04:00Lovely photos, wonderful spot, gives me an idea to...Lovely photos, wonderful spot, gives me an idea to get away from the computer and go see some trees. I also wonder about those gone before, even ones I did know, because there is so much that is 'unknowable' about each of us.Lavenderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00837170932026113619noreply@blogger.com