“Let the little children come to me …”

.

“… and do not hinder them,

for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these”

 

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Each Memorial Day my wife and I visit a local cemetery. Cemeteries are beautiful places. On Memorial Day we can expect to see families laying flowers upon graves or adult children sitting on the grass alongside a headstone, deep in thought. 

Newport is an old river town down the hill from where I live in Woodbury, MN. Newport Cemetery is on a steep hill facing west. Its residents have been there for decades, some since the Civil War. I imagine it was a peaceful place a hundred years ago. Now Highway 61 is at the foot of the hill, sending up rushing traffic sounds. On the other side from 61 is the Dantesque Koch refinery. But beyond that is the winding Mississippi and the western bluffs. I wonder if the Newport cemetery planners knew that the local Indians also buried their dead on the westerward-facing Mississippi bluffs. There’s something about the West and the setting sun. Even the Egyptiuans buried thier dead facing the west.

It was an overcast day, but saturated in vernal color. The cemetery has many lilacs planted about, and the grass and nearby woods offered rich springtime scent.

 

William

William points to where he rests.

 

The children’s graves are always the most touching. The parents of these young children made sure they have their toys.

 

Restinpeace

The cemetery is on a steep hill.

 

Almost all the graves have mementos.

 

Motherandbabyolive

Did the mother die in childbirth? There are no dates or names. This unusual solitary stone has the child’s name above it.

 

Here are the rest of the photos on my Flickr account

 

 

 

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