Philpot Cemetery. I love cemeteries. Old ones, new ones, well kept ones, abandoned ones.
They're peaceful. And quiet.
And full of stories.
And full of dead people. People who once lived here, maybe on my farm. People who were children and then grew up and had children. People who laughed and argued and danced and went to church. People pretty much like us only they lived without computers.
Boy, am I glad I live now and not then.
Take the Miller family. Jane and Alex Miller had two daughters that died young-ish. Mahala Miller was born in 1850. Genevra A.Miller was born in 1855. Jane, the mother, died in June of 1867 and Mahala died in November of that year. She was 17. Genevra was only 12 years old when her mother and sister died. She died just a few years later in 1874 - at only 19 years old. I wonder if Jane and Alex had other children and what happened to them. Alex served in the Civil War, but only his military marker is still there. The headstone with the dates is gone. [Other men had two headstones, one with the family information and one with the military information.] Did he live through the war? Was he back home when his wife and daughter died?
All of the markers in the cemetery except one are made of limestone. Not surprising here in southern Indiana. The only non-limestone marker is granite - the one on the right in the pic above. The date on that stone is 1907. That is the latest year recorded in the cemetery.
Remember friend as you pass by
As you are now, so once was I
As I am now, so you must be
Prepare for death and follow me.
It really does say that.