charles barrow's writing

I like visiting graveyards, churchyards, cemeteries, call them what you will. I find them fascinating. They are full of stories, if you pause long enough to witness them, and I find that inspiring. I've posted photos of headstones, and gravestones here before. They have often had a quirk to them, of size, shape, or style. This one is different in as much as it's been cracked wide open by the tree growing through it. The tree roots have shattered the stones. I mentioned, in a previous post, that it wasn't unknown for people to be buried clutching an acorn, so that even in death they might feed and nourish an oak tree to grow out of the heart of them.    Photo is the author's own

This gravestone, in the shape of an open book, was only about two foot wide. So, small for a head stone and it's sinking into the ground. Photo is the author's own.

A trip to a grave yard last week produced this photo and the one above. I especially liked this one because of the proximity of the tree and the gravestone. I've heard tell that in the far, long past a person would be buried with an acorn clutched in their hand so that an oak tree would grow out of the heart of them. Photo is the author's own.