I have been researching our family tree for some time now. This has brought me to a better understanding of who I am..a romantic Southern gal, just seeking the forgotten times and her history..Follow along as I find the nest or come up with just a hand full of feathers... "We shape our lives not by what we carry with us, but what we leave behind." Contents fully protected under copyright. All rights reserved.
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Sunday, March 28, 2010
Lost Souls ~
Sometimes the search for family touches my heart in a way I never anticipated.
A rock fence lines this cemetery. It is just beyond the perimeter of the cemetery located at Beth Shiloh Church in York, South Carolina.
The souls lie here in a powdery soil, underneath a thick stand of old trees.
Mostly forgotten. There are only two markers here that bear names. Most are just fieldstones and there is a scattering of crude metal crosses. These crosses standing in silent memory of the person buried beneath them.
Who are these souls?
Slaves, Paupers, or both?
I do not know. I only feel their pain, that they are not remembered properly.
Lost souls in a powdery grave, all those that may have known them, long gone themselves.
Forgotten with time passing and marching on. The world just moves on.
The church has a sound system mounted on the roof that plays music, apparently on the hour. The chimes of a hymn drifted over the still air as I searched the cemetery.
I take solace that the beautiful strains of the hymns play for the lost souls that lie down the hill from the cemetery. Those that lie beneath the small stones.
Rest in peace.