Yesterday Kenners and I went down to visit my sister and niece. We hardly ever get the opportunity to see them. Which is really sad seeing how we live in the same state! But life happens. Schedules are so jam packed and there's always a million things to do over the weekend.
Erica and I had planned this get together weeks in advance. We were going to put together a whole bunch of freezer meals to prepare for the upcoming winter months. The biggest problem we ran into was finding enough recipes that sounded remotely tasty! There's a whole bunch of yuck out there. My dear friend,
Andy, was very quick to make fun of the whole endeavor and sent me tons of different pins and texts making fun of us! Love that girl!!
In the end we chose two meals to put together. A
ham and potato dish and a
cilantro/lime/chicken dish. The ham/potato meal doesn't look too promising but we'll have to wait and see how they turn out!
Since our "freezer meal" day turned out to be a bit of a flop, Erica suggested we visit a cemetery close to her house.
This is where Captain John Brown is buried. He "departed this life in hope of a blest immortality" in March, 1776.
This is Captain Brown's wife. We couldn't quite figure out her first name. We think it is "Ame". She died in May, 1786 at 75 years old. Her stone was to the right of her husband's and was way smaller than his.
These two stones are both daughter's of General John Tyler. Oliye Coit, on the left and Lydia Mott, on the right. Lydia kept the military tradition alive and married Colonel Samuel Mott.
I thought it interesting that the sisters were buried side by side.
This teeny little grave marker sits all alone. The only carving is M.E.N. I have no doubt that this tilted, tiny marker has a story to tell.
You could read the parents' sorrow carved into this gravestone. William Avery passed away when he was 17. The inscription says:
The rising moon cannot insure
That we will end the day
For death stands ready at the door
To snatch our lives away
This was the only gravestone in the cemetery that was marked with a "Patriot's Grave 1783" star. Here lies Captain Nathan Geer. He died in 1836. I can only imagine the combat and the battles he fought to obtain our freedom. He is a true hero.
It was a beautiful fall afternoon to wander through the cemetery with my sister!
When I got home I had a voicemail saying I had permission to start making grave rubbings in my local cemetery. I can't wait to give it a go!
In the meantime I am packing up the kids and driving to Tarrytown, NY to visit
Sleepy Hollow. I have one daughter who is thrilled to go and one who is begging to stay home. I'll let you figure out which is which....or should that be who is who?
