Mound Hill Cemetery Revisited

I was up on Tuesday morning before dawn and ate breakfast, cleaned my little farm apartment and loaded up the car with everything I needed to bring home. I left early and opted to take the Port Kent Road out of Nicholville instead of Route 458 out of Hopkinton. It would be slower, but I'd see some different Adirondack scenery. I hadn't gotten far, however, when I decided to pull off the road and up into the Mound Hill Cemetery:

The newer gravestones here are often planted with colorful flowers and covered with mementos of various types, often quite touching. This one had Day Lilies, Geraniums, an angel, a trophy, a baseball cap and a teddy bear with angel wings:

More figurines, more flowers (both real and artificial) and a small conifer. But what I really liked was the idea of the gravestone being a bench. What a lovely idea:

More Day Lilies, another conifer and a figure of a puppy in a baseball cap. You know that I have a soft spot for dog lovers and always wonder, when I see such mementos, what became of the pets the deceased left behind:

I was walking around looking at gravestones when I saw my two Papillons jumping and acting a if they were worrying some unfortunate animal at a nearby grave site. They didn't stop when I hollered at them so I trotted over to see what was going on. When I got there, the only animal I saw was this cow planter. Could that have caused the commotion? I guess I'll never know for sure:

More colorful flowers, more figurines and a photo:

I called the dogs back to the car and drove to the older portion of the cemetery:

Jerusha Doud, died in 1847 at the age of only 33:

A very sad gravestone marking the death of two children. Hector was 16 years old and died in 1832. An infant son, unnamed, died in 1833:

Sabra Russell died in 1843 and had a weeping willow on her gravestone:

Silas W. Sheldon, a military man, died in June of 1862 when the Civil War was raging. Perhaps he died in battle. I found it touching that someone still decorates his grave site, honoring him as a veteran:

Amanda Ellithorp, aged 32, died in 1836:

Katie Squier, aged 35, died in 1870. Life was hard back then and many, especially women, died young. But there were also many old gravestones honoring folks who had lived into their 80s and 90s:

But I had a very long Journey ahead of me. The dogs were watching me anxiously from the car, so I returned to continue on our way back to Albany: