My small childhood home holds many wonderful memories. I was surrounded by family; grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins. My parents felt, as my sister and I aged, we had outgrown this home. This greatly saddened my sister and me. We moved across town. Although my grandparents have long ago passed and extend family has also moved, my sister always held on to the dream of moving back into this neighborhood, onto “our” street. Several years ago, she purchased the house directly next our childhood home. A wonderful 1800 cemetery lays in her back yard. As children, we would often wander through reading the head stones. Over the years many have cracked and fallen but our favorite, from April 3, 1833, with this inscription still remains;
Behold and see as you pass by.
As you are now, so once was I.
As I am now, so you will be.
Prepare for death and follow me.
join in @ My World Tuesday.
interesting post and enjoyed the words from the gravestone...thanks for sharing.
This is such a personal post that it's almost like intruding on your thoughts, a very emotional words.
That's wonderful that your sister was able to buy the house next to your childhood home. That was a very powerful inscription and moving photograph. Thanks for visiting mine and yes I am doing very well now.
Brian: What a neat remembrance of the past.
Very fascinating post. I too miss my childhood home and its neighborhood.
Like the Mid ages memento mori.
This is beautiful, thanks for sharing.
Have a great week
Regina In Pictures
What a neat story.
I'm not sure what to think about the inscription... a little creepy. It has me thinking of old ghost stories I read as a kid.
you can go HOME after all. and not only do the sites remind you you're home, but the smell and sounds do too..
it's amazing how it all comes back
The message is so deep and touching.
A very touching post! Thanks for sharing.
How wonderful that your sister was able to reclaim the old neighborhood. I too like to wander through old cemetaries, you get a sense of what life was like seeing the ages at which people died and how many children were lost.
A very beautiful and personal and moving post! Lovely, sad words! Glad for your sister.
What a poignant shot of the flowers in front of the gravestone. Hope your sister enjoys her return to the old neighborhood.
It's wonderful to be able to be so close to where you grew up !
This is interesting that we all long to revive our good memories of our childhood. In Indonesia we lived next to a family whom I saw as my aunts, uncles and I went to them daily. They were part of my world. We all moved to the Netherlands and they all died.
Very beautiful memories from childhood. Very touching words from the gravestone.
Were you ever scared as a child living next to a cemetery? I think I would. You know, kids tell scary stories & stuff... :o)
This is very sweet. My family is so tiny so I have nothing like this to share, Thanks for posting this.
That poem is beautiful. Thank you for sharing this very personal post.
The gravestone date is my birthday--a good reminder. Beautiful picture and eloquent post.
Great photo.. Dad took a bunch of pictures of headstones when he was in Boston a few years ago. Old headstones are so cool..
Big Sloppy Kisses
Gus, Louie and Callie
Oh, I just love that, so very much!
Post a Comment