While in Russia this summer, a friend told me that there was a cemetery next to the church that we were partnering with. Let me set the scene for you.
The cemetery is nestled on the upper section of the property. You walk this asphalt path, step up two steps to a section of paver stones. To your right a cross stands next to these headstones that overlook the river below. As you kneel down to check out the headstones, you see their age. You see the winters that have plagued these headstones. And…you realize that history is at your footsteps. You don't have to speak the language to know the dates of the occupants. Most of these occupants began their lives in the mid-1800's. There is something about old headstones – aged through the seasons – that speaks of their history and their lives. Here is their story.
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[This post is part of the Projects-Cemeteries series.]
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