eastern Kentucky cemeteries, part 2

post #233
        Memorial Day Weekend, 2015, northeastern Kentucky
         
Two cemeteries side by side on our hillside:

 great grandparents and their great grandchild

looking back on those same graves from the second cemetery

a church house cemetery:

a visitor, just like me --

 The McDaniel cemetery, recently added to:

leaving

I visited this next cemetery nearby for the first time, and the family was there. I was so glad to visit with them and find out the story of the place.  The next photo shows the oldest of the 6 or 7 graves, and it belongs to the original owners of the farm.

The last photo is of another small cemetery, this one in an out of the way place in our county.  I have always loved it, for some reason, and I find it fascinating.  There have been some graves added since I first discovered the place, but I like this early photo I took best.  In fact, it is my favorite cemetery photo.  I title it "another spring".

 

the beauty of cemeteries, in eastern Kentucky

post #232
       During yesterday's evening trip to town for groceries I drove past multiple cemeteries, all beautifully cared for, ready for this Memorial Day Weekend.  As readers of this blog already know, as a photographer and as a resident, I have been very taken with these family cemeteries for a long, long time. So I decided that today I would show some of my earlier photos of some of these places. Then this evening and tomorrow morning, when the light is better, I will take current photos of cemeteries nearest to where I live to post next Sunday. (I post once a week, usually on a Sunday.)

        First, a cemetery in nearby Rowan County, connected to a small church which is no longer in regular use but in a beautiful location.  A friend who plans to be buried here was showing the place to me, near where she lives.

         Now a second pair of photos, in the fall, also connected to a church and in Rowan County.  I took these during the funeral and burial for the wonderful matriarch of a large family, Don Rita Butler.

     Next are three of the photos by John Flavell when we both photographed the final two miles to the family cemetery, for Dempsey McDaniel, at the family's request.

    Here are some photos from there later. I had my eldest granddaughter with me during that visit.  (I took some photos from this cemetery today, during the family gathering, which I will share next week.)

      
       This is the view from the hill where the cemetery is located:

      The next two photos are from the Catron Cemetery, again on the top of a hill, 

 and these last two are also along the ridge I live on. I include the mailboxes, because it is an indication of where I was was standing while taking the photos.  (All our mailbox numbers have changed since I took this photo, however.  We now have 911 in our county....)

      We are having beautiful weather this weekend. It is rich for families to gather in memory of family members no longer living, but not forgotten, giving the youngest generation a connection to their family history and a chance to play with cousins, among other things. I hope some of my readers share my interest in these important places.

a bit of a spring sweep-up

post #231
      Before I get heavy into summer and gardens and who knows what, I want to share a few photos from the spring that seem to have slipped through the cracks.  I took them with several different cameras, but I am going to try to present them in chronological order.
     To begin with, here are three shots from 3/25/15, which, around here, was finally spring!  First an overview, then a detail, and last a bit of local history:

I was stopped by this former side road to the one room school that I first saw, in action, in 1966.  It has been closed down for 45 years or so, after the consolidated elementary school was constructed.  .

       Another moment of local history - the day after I discovered a leak under the back wall of my gallery!  My Stanley Steamer Savior was in the process of pulling back the rug so he could remove the wet padding underneath.  He did a masterful job.  This was on Saturday morning, 4/11/15.

     That same evening several families had a spring birthday party potluck for all the Aprils and Mays in the group.  Ann (definitely not me) worked on and off all day to make her Peanut Butter and Chocolate cake -- even though hers was one of the birthdays we were celebrating.  I took this photo and the next one with my cell phone. Somehow in the confusion of the day, I had forgotten to bring my work camera.

Thank you, Ann!

    
       I had meant to show this photo in an earlier post, but since I made it at the same time as the party, across the street, I am including it today. 

     The next day I tried photos of the mark left by a bird on our deck sliding door. The bird seems to have flown away, though it must have been at least slightly dazed!  I always hope there is not a high price to pay for making a split second wrong decision.

  The last spring photo today is of the violets outside our front door -- at 6:30 one morning, 4/18/15. The wet, cool weather made for a beautiful display this year. Enjoy!

There is one last photo, however.  Inside shot.  Of one favorite section in my bookcase -- picture books by friends, mostly by George Ella Lyon.  I realize I should do a whole blog soon that features some of these bookcovers.  Note to self: good idea!  Thanks as always to hanging in with me this far.  
         

 

a multi-generational birthday celebration, and this weekend's chicken saga

post #241
       Running a little late today posting my weekly blog entry.  Traveling.  With too much to do before I left.  In fact, I hear I left the chicken house door open by mistake, and now my last two chickens have been killed by a beastie.  Or maybe a pair of beasties.  I am sorry because they were such remarkable layers.  Every day for years.  I will try to find some like them before the grandchildren show up this summer, since they are all really into gathering eggs.  I give thanks for those wonderful hens, as I told them every night except two nights ago. 
        For today I have had a request to post additional photos from the 80th birthday party, so I am going to try to do just that.  This was the party I arrived at late because of getting a flat tire on the way over.  Four generations of the neighbors-who-treat-me-like-family.  I wasn't there specifically to take photos, but I can never resist taking a few.  I am including a couple which are not perfect technically speaking, but give a flavor of things nonetheless.  Actually, many of my photos are not technically perfect, and I rarely use Photoshop.  I think it is just an obsession of mine to show what I see and share what I can, especially in a situation like this where the lighting was tricky and the place was crowded, etc. and I am simply enjoying the occasion.

This is an overall view from when I first arrived.  People standing up are filling a plate!  The birthday girl, June, is front and center.

the birthday cake, made by June's niece, Vivian

This is the best I could do for Sandy that afternoon, but I wanted to include it because June is her mother,

and Diana, who lives in Michigan, is Sandy's older sister.

blowing out the candles on the cake

I like this photo of Gayle with the hanging balloon.

June and Vernie, let's see, they are sisters-in-law.  Vernie has since passed away, and we were all at the visitation and/or the funeral last week.  It is always so hard to lose a close family member.

June's son, Billy

Vernie's daughter, Darlene, and her husband, Eddie

The youngest generation --  three cousins:

   I hope this does give a flavor of the party, which was lovely and delicious and generous.  If anyone should want a photo removed from this photo story, please just let me know.  I am always clear that I have privacy concerns, so I don't ever want anyone to be uncomfortable about a photo of him or her that is out there.  Thank you all, and my apologies for not getting more decent photos of the youngest generation!