When it comes to blood-chilling fear, being locked in a cemetery isn’t quite on par with being buried alive. Still, I’d guess most people would opt not to be locked in a cemetery, given the choice.
Days after our mid-January tramp through Philadelphia’s Germantown cemeteries, I’m worshiping the Neti (pot) god, hoping the water doesn’t contain any parasitic brain-eating amoebas (see link at end). The frigid winter weather made my cold worse, in addition to freezing my fingertips off. But it was worth it. Two fellow cemetery travelers and I checked out […]
It’s so cold here in Philadelphia in mid-January that the veiled threat of snow makes me want to go to Florida for a while. So here we go. I was in Tampa a couple years ago, and spent some time in its quaint downtown Oaklawn Cemetery. If you think Florida has been northernized by all the tourists and retirees, a quick look at some of the gravestones will rem […]
I heard something rather shocking the other day from the owner of a farmhouse near an old graveyard in rural Leeds, Maryland. It had to do with old broken tombstones. But just to keep you on edge for a bit, here’s the lead-in to the story. Rural graveyards can be quite small and are difficult to locate. Even with a map, you’ll drive right past them. As I at […]
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