My little hometown of Stratford, CT
...was established in the yr. 1637.
it is an ancient, old town full of history
~ as well as mystery...
I loved visiting the old graveyards
where it was so very quiet & peaceful...
where each headstone
held me suspended in wonder
with it's beauty & unique carving...
where their colors, textures & designs helped to imprint me
with a still-standing fascination
with folk art & history.
I've chosen not to narrate this post too much ~
allowing my photos to speak for themselves....
Take a walk along with me, won't you?
|a cluster of memories|
|an ancient, leaning saltbox with a beautiful pumpkin front door|
|three children gone|
|two children gone|
|early iron repair|
|beautiful color, carving and spelling|
|five children gone|
I never thought of these graven images as scary ~
I never thought that playing in the graveyards was strange...
to me, they were a place
where a creative child could go
and feel comfortable amongst the cold stones and grassy mounds,
watching the wild rabbits and tiny birds that made these places come to life,
and nurturing a love for old things.
*Blessed be, my Friends*
~ Lori ~