Patricia Abbott (pattinase): Bonaventure Cemetery in Savannah

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Bonaventure Cemetery in Savannah

I thought I wanted a green burial but this place knocked me

out.
So maybe I'll go with statuary and greenery.
What about you?

16 comments:

Terrie Farley Moran said...: I spent St. Patrick's Day weekend in Savannah. The parade was intriguing as was the cemetery. Thanks for a reminder of a great trip.

Terrie; 10:57 AM
Randy Johnson said...: My funeral is already paid for and I wish to go with cremation. My Mother doesn't like that and says I better hope she better go first, otherwise...
My sister understands and will abide by my wishes though.; 11:01 AM
Corey Wilde said...: The atmosphere at Bonaventure is other-worldly. The only place I've been that is both eerie and comforting at the same time.; 12:52 PM
David Cranmer said...: I want the biggest headstone in the place that takes up the most room and casts a shadow over everyone else. And people will have to drive around me when visiting their relatives.

(Nah. Just kiddin'. Simple cremation will be fine... with my remains blasted into deep space.); 12:54 PM
George said...: I'm leaving my body to Science.; 1:00 PM
pattinase (abbott) said...: It does have a special atmosphere and all the rain recently made the green blinding.
But I do like a green funeral. Wrap me in a blanket, place me in the ground and let the worms do their work. Above, it's just the most fertile park in the world. Does visiting the dead in a cemetery comfort you. I never have.; 1:09 PM
Charles Gramlich said...: There's always something fascinating about the statuary in a cematary.; 1:16 PM
Barbara Martin said...: I'm all for an angel statue and greenery to set my peaceful sleep on the right road.; 1:34 PM
Chris said...: Holy Cow I want to go to Savannah. Such a beautiful place. Nice pictures!; 1:38 PM
Clea Simon said...: Beautiful. Mt. Auburn Cemetery up here in Cambridge, Mass., has that effect on me. Am now thinking cremation, but a nice headstone (less space than a casket). Who am I kidding? I won't be around to care!; 1:49 PM
pattinase (abbott) said...: The town squares and waterfront are outstanding too.
And I have another dozen angel statues. The one from Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil is at the art museum though. Delightful.; 1:54 PM
the walking man said...: Pshaw on wasting the flesh I am sending my cadaver to either WSU or Michigan for the students to learn what a well lived life looks like in it's aftermath.

Don't need stone nor marker and certainly no party for them who would dance at my expense if given the chance.

Let me pass to the whatever comes after without a thought from them who will eventually come later to hold me here.; 4:14 PM
Pericles said...: When I was a kid, there was an old graveyard at the top of my street. It was a lovely place to visit, and I've enjoyed cemeteries ever since.
I'd like to get to Savannah.; 5:53 PM
pattinase (abbott) said...: Used to do grave-rubbings until it began to seem wrong.; 6:48 PM
debra said...: Ashes to ashes...; 7:53 PM
the walking man said...: THE HOUSE ON RIDGE ROAD

He started his carpentry in a field he’d purchased on Ridge Road. He worked from his skill using nothing more than a picture for a guide. The land was good. The parcel sat high and viewed the surround allowing for unobstructed vision of the countryside. The well he dug was deep, the water clear and cold when it hit the pump head.

He worked mostly alone. He found all of the architectural details pre-made in catalogs or had them custom made. His fiancé knew he was building their house but she was never allowed, after approving the land, to visit him as he worked. It was his gift of his love for her. He intended it to be opened on their wedding night.

As the wedding approached he worked with determination to finish the house. With each detail completed his love for her grew with the structure.

The day came, the ceremony and their duties done at the reception they left in time to get to their house in the softening light of a color filled setting sun.

The white paint reflected the rose hues from the sky. Even in the shadows cast through the filigree she could see the attention he’d paid to each detail. Every exterior line had been lovingly replicated.

She was stunned, by the structure the placement of it and the detail he'd put into it.

“Oh! It's beautiful. It is exactly like our wedding cake.”

“I did my best honey; care to take the tour of our home?”

Together they walked through the front door and made their way to the roof top deck where they stood holding each others hands as the sun went down behind the ridges.

“I love you” each heard the other say in their silence.

6-4-09; 1:28 AM