Here is another recycled bit of content for my blog. The second graveyard I visited in Savannah was Colonial Park. Indeed, it is park like in a central location with people picnicking, enjoying the green space, and children frolicking in a playground at one end. It’s the oldest intact graveyard in Savannah and was operational from 1750 to 1853. Many revolutionary war era graves are here. Most of the burial vaults are also interestingly made of brick which was a more plentiful material when they were constructed than quarried stone.
"Sacred To the memory of Rosannah Millen/Wife of John Millen/Who departed this Life the 24th of Febry AD. 1810 In the 58th Year of her Age./The nist is blessed./She lived by faith. She slept in Jesus./And shall awake with joy at the resurrection/Of the just to inherit glory./This Stone tells where reposes the remains of John Millen/Who departed this Life 28th Oct. 1811/Aged 54 years/The following lines are expressive of his Sufferings/& Expectations-/Afflictions weight I long had borne/And try’ed the healing art in vain/Till mercy whisper’d cease to mourn And death released me from my pain/Death came by sin, but even death is made/Away from pain through Christ our living head."
4 Replies to “Colonial Cemetery”
That duelist headstone is very interesting and I love that spanish moss flower tree – beautiful. Thanks for sharing these!
I’m happy you like the pictures. I still find it odd how much beauty is found where the departed repose. I also love ruins and abandoned places of all kinds. I wonder what that says about me? 🙂
Maybe that you are not afraid of things and places that remind of the briefness of life. There is a very special beauty to this kind of places.
True. Everything seems to remind me of the briefness of life now days. 🙂
That duelist headstone is very interesting and I love that spanish moss flower tree – beautiful. Thanks for sharing these!
I’m happy you like the pictures. I still find it odd how much beauty is found where the departed repose. I also love ruins and abandoned places of all kinds. I wonder what that says about me? 🙂
Maybe that you are not afraid of things and places that remind of the briefness of life. There is a very special beauty to this kind of places.
True. Everything seems to remind me of the briefness of life now days. 🙂