I dragged my mother and great aunt all over northwest Georgia last week, searching for ancestors.
The wall around this graveyard was built in the 1880s.
I like old graveyards in general, but finding people you're related to makes it even more interesting.
I don't think Elmina's family could write. So the carver inscribed the tombstone as they must have pronounced it: Elminer.
It seems in pretty good shape for something that's been out in the weather for over 100 years.
There's her husband, Berry. I'm a little surprised that they chose such a different style of headstone for him.
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P.S. Title of this post is my favorite Rufus Wainwright song. (Click the "preview" button at that link and you can hear a snippet.)
You get some really interesting images when you search Google Images for the phrase in a graveyard.
