On our way to Tar Landing, I asked Sarah Biros how she had come to be the one that looks after lost cemeteries. Who finds them in the woods. Who clears away the brush. Who pieces broken stones back together. Who finds the unmarked and long forgotten graves.
cemeteries
The Plum Orchard Cemetery
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.
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.
