About a month ago on a mild Sunday afternoon I went over to my mom's house and we along with my sister Jennifer (they now live only two houses away from each other!) went for a nice walk through the nearby cemetery and up the main street and then back to their houses. Hopedale is a cute little town, and it turns out that we have ancestors who lived and worked there.
The sun shining on the foliage of the hills in the distance was pretty. Meanwhile the cemetery was darker in the shade. Off to brighter and better pastures in the distance...there's quite a bit of symbolism there too!
Mausoleums have always been kind of mysterious to me. I don't really understand their purpose and how they work. Why not just be buried? Although as someone who has a bit of claustrophobia, I can see the appeal in not being buried. Although you're still in a casket which I imagine is majorly claustrophobic. Even though you're dead. 😄 I'll have to conduct some further research into the matter sometime.
It's in the process of finally being demolished. It's kind of sad to see such a big part of the history of the town and the area go away (and it's part of my family history too!). But it's just been sitting there mostly empty and abandoned for a long time, and I'm sure they can develop the area into something for the town that will be useful. But if those walls could talk, I bet they'd have some interesting stories to tell. I bet it's also haunted there. But not for too much longer!