Today I am remembering a warm sunny morning early last spring, when my friend Mary Katherine and I went looking for the children’s graves down by Oyster Creek. She told me that there were nine of them. Nine children all from one family. Nine who died of diphtheria during the Civil War, when Death’s hunger seemed to have no end.
cemeteries
The Fishermen’s Cemetery
I love to walk around old graveyards. One of my favorite places to wander among the headstones is near where I grew up. The graveyard is called Oceanview Cemetery, and it’s in the little coastal town of Beaufort, N.C.
David Cecelski 