I shouldn’t make that joke in the title, I guess, because nothing about Houston’s Glenwood Cemetery seems haunted to me, although its beauty possibly is haunting. On Thursday, Tom, Tim, Jim and I did some more exploring of this favorite spot (armed with bug spray, this time only Jim was bitten by mosquitoes–sorry, Jim!). There are still plenty of areas in the cemetery I haven’t explored, so that’s what I tried to do on this visit. Of course I have a ton of photos to share over time. A lot of the cemetery’s lush landscaping has been impacted by our drought, but you wouldn’t know that from the grounds around this monument.
Who can resist LOVE?
Cemeteries always stir so many thoughts for me. Like the handwritten cookbook I have from my grandmother (who I never knew). I try to envision her sitting at her kitchen table circa 1910 (Mom was born in ’06) carefully writing “butter the size of a hen’s egg” in the list of ingredients. I wonder if she ever once thought that her 6* year old granddaughter would cherish her words.
Old epitaphs lead to some interesting imaginings.
Epitaphs and names. If people want unusual names for their children, they need look no further than an older cemetery.
That cookbook must be a wonderful thing to have.
Were they vampire mosquitoes?
Or possibly zombie mosquitoes. Although considering my usual theme, probably vampire.
That looks like a new monument.
Yes, it’s so pristine, isn’t it? Glenwood was established in the early 1870s, which makes it old to us, but nothing like old would be in Europe. I do have photos of some of the older and more weathered monuments like the one Tim featured here.