I wonder if it’s an old foundation of a farmhouse or something, Brett thought to himself, but nothing before was ever said about any other buildings existing on their land. Deciding to have a closer look, he dismounted his horse and grabbed an army entrenching tool that he kept tied to the saddle. He went and cleared a path so he could have a closer look. He was surprised to find what looked like an old, flat grave marker. As he cleared away more of the tumbleweeds, he was surprised to discover several other grave markers arranged in two rows. It looked like a small graveyard. Brett brushed away some of the mud and sand that had caked onto one of the grave markers. He noticed that the lettering was shallow but still legible. “Hey Dad,”
“Fiction is the truth inside the lie” (Stephen King). Figment of imagination helps improve brain connectivity and responsibilities which enables the brain to escape to a world of illusion. In a world of imagination students explore conflicts within the book. Anecdotes play a significant role in building the strategies used to deal with real world events. Ink and Ashes by Valynne E. Maetani, discusses how mistakes from the past has an impact on your life and may alter your future. Books intended to be read so that we as people can have a different mindset and perspective on things rather than just our own.
Ever take a midnight train to Georgia? No, well ever drive through Georgia? When driving through Georgia on State Road 49, there is a little town called Andersonville that is very easy to miss. To many it is just another town. Yet this town has its own trail. The Andersonville Trail is a small brown dirt road that leads visitors to the Andersonville National Historic Site (Roberts xi). This National Historic Site looks like a “well- tended” national cemetery. On closer examination, this cemetery is nothing like Arlington (Roberts xi). “In this national cemetery, the marble headstones are so close together, they almost touch. The markers appear to be one long head...
Ironically the burial ground’s discovery came from a land of no significance to prime, for an intended thirty-four-story federal office building. An environmental impact statement set off archeological test excavations, by producing an 18th century map delivering necessity to substantiate or disprove survival of a “Negro’s Burial Ground” (Kutz 1994).
Thousands of headstones in the far distance create magnificent mazes against the horizon. The immense land has very little room to spare as it is overflowing with graves of heroic soldiers. The white marble graves are like oversized dominos stacked precisely in the thick wind ruffled grass. It is almost inconceivable to imagine each tomb is the physical eternal home to a once courageous and patriotic warrior of our homeland. As the fireball in the heavens slowly descends, it creates a glorious silhouette of the infinite number of tombstones.
About half-way between West Egg and New York the motor road hastily joins the railroad and runs beside it for a quarter of a mile, so as to shrink away from a certain desolate area of land. This is a valley of ashes---a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens, where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air. Occasionally a line of grey cars cr...
The grass is freshly cut and the grounds are well preserved. Less tree coverage helps provide a uniform layout. Since the funeral industry is a business, the grounds containing new burials gain highest priority in the effort to increase desirability. In the new section, the headstones of choice are mostly block or lawn-type, all of which are relatively the same size and style. This could indicate that the obelisk style monuments are no longer wanted or are too expensive for the families of the deceased. Since a burial is relatively expensive, most of the people being buried today are middle and upper class. Most poorer people are choosing cremation because it is a cheaper alternative. Furthermore, the plots in the new section are linearly designed, creating rows of headstones. Most of the headstones represent one or two graves, indicating a trend of couple or single parcels instead of family style plot. This suggests that in today’s society, people are less focused on family, which could derive from people having less kids. Also, most of the graves are for older people. For instance, due to the advancements in healthcare, people are living longer. In the new section, kids are memorialized, signifying the unexpected and tragic nature of the lost of a young person.
I stumbled onto the porch and hear the decrepit wooden planks creak beneath my feet. The cabin had aged and had succumb to the power of the prime mover in its neglected state. Kudzu vines ran along the structure, strangling the the cedar pillars that held the roof above the porch. One side of the debacle had been defeated by the ensnarement and slouched toward the earth. However, the somber structure survives in spite. It contests sanguine in the grip of the strangling savage. But the master shall prevail and the slave will fall. It will one day be devoured and its remains, buried by its master, never to be unearthed, misinterpreted as a ridge rather than a
Today is the day before we go over the top. I’m dreading it, dying or
Montressor’s home. It is a place of doom where skeletons lie against damp walls covered
This burial ground is the final resting place of not only Church members and Yellow Fever victims, but Benjamin Franklin and 4 other signers of the Declaration of Independence! Though not many historical events other than burials occurred here, the burial ground itself has undergone many eventful changes. In 1977, the burial ground closed due to a lack of funding, among other reasons. It reopened in 2003 after a brief but extremely beneficial restoration project. In this project, many tombstones were repaired or completely remade. Along with this renovation, updates are made to the burial ground on both Benjamin Franklin’s birthday and the burial site’s anniversary. An example is the brick path installed around Benjamin Franklin’s grave, which was added in December 2005 to celebrate his 300th birthday. More of these updates and renovations will likely occur as the years go
“Roughly 86 house platforms, 35 stone shelters, 9 piles of stones marking graves, and more than
There once was a man named Franswah, and he had a wife named Keisha. They both lived in Keithville, Atlanta. They had a little girl named Jasmine, she was twelve years of age and she attended Ghettoville Jr. High School in the seventh grade. Keisha never did like doing anything, so her husband Franswah decided to go out and have an affair with a lady named Shay. Franswah and Shay worked at a law firm together. Shay was his assistant, she always helped him with things and they always went to lunch together. So some nights he never came home or either he came in late. Keisha was never the type of person to just argue, she mainly just questioned him to see what the response would be and she left it alone until the next morning. So one night when he came in he had a funny odor and Keisha asked him what was up with the smell, he told her that he had been working out and got sweaty. Their daughter Jasmine had very high blood pressure, so most of the time she didn’t go to school because of her condition and she stayed ill. Keisha had a younger sister named Ashley, she is the rowdy type that doesn’t care and will tell anybody anything. Keisha was telling her sister about Franswah coming in late, having a odor on him and don’t want to be questioned. So one day when Ashley was over there and he walked in she confronted him and told him if she find out that’s its that he’s cheating on her she was gone handle it. So he got mad and started hollering at Keisha for telling her sister about what was going on in their relationship. Then that’s when Ashley came back and told him that she can tell her anything she want to tell her because that’s her sister. So few minutes later the phone rings and its was Shay. Keisha answers the phone and it was another lady’s voice, and she asked to speak to Franswah. So she asked her who is calling and she told her that it was Franswah’s baby mother. Everyone is in shock, so Ashley gets on the phone and started getting rowdy. Ashley was asking her different questions like how old is the baby, where she live, and where did Franswah and her meet.
As the database will be used for research as well as town-planning by a wide variety of people, including historians, local councils, genealogists, sociologists and epidemiologists, it is anticipated that it will include not only information about the graveyards themselves, but also the buildings, individual gravestones and the records of people buried there. [Emphasis added]
It was a dark, cold, cloudy day. The clouds covered the sky like a big black sheet, nothing to be seen except darkness that seemed to go on forever. This was the third day in a row that there had been complete darkness, there was no getting rid of it. This was because of ‘the meteorite.’
From late June to early August of 2013, I found myself taking yet another six-week crash course at Florida Atlantic University. The course in question was Creative Writing I. At the time, it seemed like a serious gamble. My experience as a writer had come through doing ‘academic’ writing, and, to say the least, I never considered myself someone with a creative mind. I didn’t know where to begin, and it felt as if I’d ensnared myself in another trap. Later on, a spark got ignited in my brain leading me to remember how my Grandpa’s dad was a former professional fighter in the bantamweight division. Said spark would compel me towards asking my Grandpa about his dad’s boxing adventures and other endeavors. The notes I took during this discussion