Graveyards Town Shoot Out: Historically Interesting But Still Creepy Overall

It is "My Town" shoot out day, where both professional and amateur photographers show off the best of their towns. The theme this week is graveyards. If you are new to this concept, and want to join us next week, check out Patty's blog post last week for more information.

I finally found out where the South Haven cemetery is located and decided to take an afternoon visit today. There were many old and interesting headstones at the Rose Hill Cemetery, but I think graveyards are inherently creepy. Especially this one, as it was on a rather isolated gravelly country road, and there was a thunderstorm brewing at the time I visited. Doesn't get much creepier than that, unless I were to visit at night, and trust me, that will NOT happen!

If you have a minute, check out the link for more information about the Rose Hill Cemetery. This is quite an interesting website that I found, wherein you can locate almost any cemetery in the U.S., either by name or by county if you don't know the name, and read all about is origins.

One item of note about this particular grave yard:
Early in the summer of 1948, a man's body was found burned in a straw stack. It is believed the man was killed before the stack had been set afire. From South Haven this stack was 1½ south and 3/4 west. Since he could not be identified, he was buried in the NW corner of the older part of the cemetery, and a large rock was placed at his grave for a marker.

I did not find the aforementioned large rock in the graveyard, but like I said, a thunderstorm was brewing, so I didn't stay for an extended period of time. I also had plans to visit six cemeteries in our county today, but since I left my list/map at home on the kitchen table, I only made it to this one.

A faraway view of the cemetery entrance

This interesting marker in the shape of a tree trunk is mentioned
in the description of the Rose Hill Cemetery at the above website.

I've never seen a Brinks truck follow a hearse to the cemetery.

~ Barbara Hutton