They lay so still/faintly smiling/ at the fools around them/quietly toiling
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Harriet Ware in Swan Point
A teacher of children in the impoverished neighborhood of India Point in Providence in the early 19th century, Harriet Ware must have been someone on the special side of life. When she died of cancer in 1849 the Sabbath Schools erected a monument over her grave in Swan Point. Sitting out alone on a slight rise in the ground draws the casual passerby by close in to learn why this space seems slightly special indeed.
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Swan Point in Autumn
As some of you know I spend a fair amount of time in cemeteries: Mount Auburn in Cambridge is one of my favorites, probably because it's an incredibly gorgeous place to walk and enjoy any season. But Swan Point in Providence is another favorite haunt and it's just two minutes from Susie's shop at Hope Artiste Village!
So, after I dropped the French Tarte off -- she was teaching her final brioche class of the season -- I popped over to Swan Point, parked the car, grabbed my camera and spent the next hour and a half strolling soaking up autumn.
So, after I dropped the French Tarte off -- she was teaching her final brioche class of the season -- I popped over to Swan Point, parked the car, grabbed my camera and spent the next hour and a half strolling soaking up autumn.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
Old Town Cemetery in Sandwich, Massachusetts
Tucked into a hillside overlooking Shawme Pond, at the edge of Old Sandwich is, unsurprisingly, the "Old Town Cemetery." Just a stone's throw (if you have a good arm) from Heritage Museums and Gardens, stopping and strolling among the lives of many of the original settlers of this corner of Cape Cod is not only refreshing but a rewarding experience as well.
Labels:
burial,
cemetery,
Massachusetts,
Old Town,
Sandwich
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Monday, July 22, 2013
Anthony Evan Hecht in Bard College Cemetery
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entrance to the cemetery from faculty circle |
As in a dream. Leaving a stunned and gap-mouthed Ferdinand,
Father and faery pageant, she, even she,
Miraculous Miranda, steps from the stage,
Move sup the aisle to my seat, where she stops,
Smiles gently, seriously, and takes my hand
And leads me out of the theatre into a night
As luminous as noon, more deeply real,
Simply because of her hand, than any dream
Shakespeare or I or anon ever dreamed
Anthony Evan Hecht
poet
January 16, 1923-October 20, 2004
Helen D'Alessandro Hecht
Labels:
Annandale-on-Hudson,
Bard College,
Hecht,
New York
Sunday, July 21, 2013
John H. Chace Jr. family
Emma Frances
daughter of
John H. and Ann H.
Chace
died May 2, 1871
in the 12th year
of her age
Her happy soul has winged its way
To one pure, bright, eternal day
John H. Chace Jr.
died
June 20, 1865
aged 28 years
Ann H.
wife of
John H. Chace
and daughter of the late
Capt. William Hall
died Sept. 2, 1860
in the 17 year of
her age
Rest fond wife and Mother
For thou were good and kind
Though gone from earth forever
Thy memory is in our mind
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