The Greenwood Cemetery is close my heart. I lived just down the hill until second grade. My grandparent's farm was across the road and my great uncle and aunt lived next door. The house in the picture was Grandpa and Grandma's farmhouse.
For many years the Greenwood Cemetery wasn't maintained. It was totally overgrown and the markers were knocked over by vandals. It was a movie like, scary, graveyard. Now it is beautifully maintained and fenced. Hubby wondered why my grandparents were not buried there. It simply wasn't done at that time as it was too overgrown to drive into the cemetery. Now there is Dykstra row, as we call it.
After Sunday dinner we would sometimes take a walk to the cemetery. My Aunt Clarice would take me. Now she is buried at Greenwood. We loved to find this gravestone of Vernie, the little daughter of the Brooks. Vandals had damaged the lamb on her marker. I liked to think of the baby who was born and died in 1902, and of her family. Especially after I became a reader and read stories of families in the late 1800's and early 1900's, then I could imagine.
Thank you to the men and women who paved the way for me to live in the United States of America where I enjoy so much freedom. Happy Memorial Day!
