was Slew, All in A day, by the Indiens

I have a fondness for cemeteries. They do not frighten me nor do I feel "creeped" out as many of my friends say of my interest in them. I have always found them to be peaceful places and an historical diary of communities. As I walk through them, I am always drawn to the words carved into the markers by those who helped these individuals pass. When I was traveling in New England several weeks ago, my honey wanted to take me to the South Nashua, New Hampshire cemetery that he often visited as a boy. It was a lovely autumn morning, with just a light chill in the air and a brilliant blue sky as a backdrop. If you are not aware of its location, you will drive right by it as it is just off of a busy highway. A hidden gem of this area's history so to speak.

Once a one room schoolhouse, this building now serves as storage for funeral tents, chairs, and other equipment. Lovely, old brick building with a working hand pump around the side.

This blazing red tree stands next to this grouping of head stones from the 18th and 19th century.

The leaves were at the height of their color change and it seemed like a fitting mantle to those who now rest here.

The older slate stones seemed to hold their inscriptions better than the granite markers that already showed signs of decay from pollution. Many of the inscriptions on the granite stones were difficult to read as they had become soft and muddied.

Another tree ablaze with color in this quiet resting place.

Slate stone has lovely memorial carving of a weeping willow tree. Typical of the historical mourning symbols. Rebecca was 2 years and 10 months when she crossed over. Rest peacefully, sweet Rebecca.

You can still see the scribe marks that the sculptor used as a guide to carve the lettering on the marker. Here lies the body of Mrs. Jemima Houston - wife of Mr. Ovid Houston - who departed this life December 26, 1765 - in 27th year of her life.

Marker with lovely deep carving in memory of Mr. Ovid Houston's second wife, Catherine Houston. November 17, 1778, departed in the 45th year of her age.

My favorite stone. Inscribed: Memento, Mori. Here lies the body of Mr. Thomas Lund. Who Departed this life Sept 5th, 1724 in the 42 year of his Age. this man, with Seven more that lies in this Grave; was Slew, All in A day, by the Indiens. I have written this exactly as taken from the marker.

These markers are what draws me to these hallowed places, to touch first hand our country's history. To feel some of the spirit that another before me has brought to this ground. Sea Witch