Browsing Old Cemeteries
A truly Happy Person is one who can enjoy the scenery on a detour. And, one who can enjoy browsing old cemeteries... Some fascinating things on old tombstones!
Harry Edsel Smith of Albany , New York :
Born 1903--Died 1942.
Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way down. It was.
In a Thurmont, Maryland , cemetery:
Here lies an Atheist, all dressed up and no place to go.
On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in
East Dalhousie Cemetery , Nova Scotia :
Here lies Ezekial Aikle, Age 102. Only The Good Die Young.
In a London , England cemetery:
Here lies Ann Mann, Who lived an old maid but died an old Mann.Dec. 8, 1767
In a Ribbesford, England , cemetery:
The children of Israel wanted bread, And the Lord sent them manna.Clark Wallace wanted a wife, And the Devil sent him Anna.
In a Ruidoso, New Mexico , cemetery:
Here lies Johnny Yeast... Pardon me for not rising.
In a Uniontown, Pennsylvania , cemetery:
Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake.Stepped on the gas instead of the brake.
In a Silver City , Nevada , cemetery:
Here lays The Kid.We planted him raw.He was quick on the triggerBut slow on the draw.
A lawyer's epitaph in England :
Sir John Strange.
Here lies an honest lawyer, and that is Strange.
John Penny's epitaph in the Wimborne,
England , cemetery:
Reader, if cash thou art in want of any,Dig 6 feet deep and thou wilt find a Penny.
In a cemetery in Hartscombe , England :
On the 22nd of June, Jonathan Fiddle went out of tune.
Anna Hopewell's grave in Enosburg Falls, Vermont :
Here lies the body of our Anna,Done to death by a banana.It wasn't the fruit that laid her low, But the skin of the thing that made her go.
On a grave from the 1880s in Nantucket , Massachusetts :
Under the sod and under the trees,Lies the body of Jonathan Pease.He is not here, there's only the pod.Pease shelled out and went to God.
In a cemetery in England :
Remember man, as you walk by,As you are now, so once was IAs I am now, so shall you be.Remember this and follow me.
To which someone replied by writing on the tombstone:
To follow you I'll not consent.Until I know which way you went.