There is an old cemetery that I like to visit with my camera. Amongst all the many markers there, one stands all alone. It is the gravestone of Mary E. There is no date on the stone, but it appears to be quite old. How old, exactly I cannot say, but the cemetery became part of the city here in 1872. (Prior to that it was a private cemetery.) It is adorned with what appears to be a rose near the top. The stone of Mary E has been broken in half, perhaps from age, perhaps due to vandals.
I wonder who was Mary E? Was she a farmer’s wife, a mother, a teacher or nurse, or perhaps an independent self sufficient woman? Was she even old enough to have reached womanhood yet, or had she lived a good many many long years?
I picture a lovely woman with long flowing blonde hair, wearing a long puffy sleeved ivory blouse with a long grey skirt and ankle high boots that button up the side. She sits at an antique Singer pedal style sewing machine by the light of an oil lamp. I feel as though she lived in an entirely different era, centuries ago.
How long has her stone been there, standing alone, set apart from all the others? She must have been as lovely as the flower engraved at the top and I hope that at some point, someone must have loved her dearly.
photo is my own work.