The past two months has been a whirlwind of happenings. My gallbladder put me out of commission for some time but I am recouped and moving forward.
The topic I mostly want to share with you all is my trip to Beaufort, North Carolina. My husband Greg and I had the opportunity to mix travel and business in one short trip, I hand delivered a painting , spent Thanksgiving with family and spent our 33rd Anniversary in Beaufort NC and the Crystal Coast. Among so many things to do and see like the harbours, lighthouses, the islands of wild horses, aquariums, art and Fort Macon you will find and Old Burying Ground nestled between Craven Street and Ann Street.
Surrounded by iron fencing and several gates these grounds are covered with a rich heavy canopy of old oak trees laden with moss and a few entwined with massive wisteria vines. The garden is caressed with a nautical breeze that is filled with the songs of coastal birds. You can faintly hear muffled traffic and the sounds of the village beyond the iron fencing and gates. It lies centered behind the Baptist, Methodist, AME Zionsville Churches and the Purvis Chapel on three corners.
It is a cemetery I have wanted to walk through for some time now in our several visits throughout the years. I finally got the chance.
This place is filled with such rich history, mystery and beauty. You will walk through the resting place of many valiant people, some who lived long lives of servitude to humanity, Doctors, Surgeons, Apothecaries and educators. Long lost loves who reunited before death.
The brave souls buried together under the headstone titled “Crissie Wright “ Common Grave - “ Cold as the night the ‘Crissie Wright’ went ashore” these words are still heard spoken around the town of Beaufort. This tragedy is what compelled the establishment of the Cape Lookout Lifesaving Station in 1887 they say.
The oldest readable headstone is that of A.P.(1756) but many older graves are among those marked.
The little girl buried in a barrel of rum with her wooden headstone filled and laden with gifts. Some say she has been seen running and playing in the garden moving her toys around that were gifted to her.
Sailors from afar and those that returned home to Beaufort both share this bit of earth awaiting the judgment day. One British Officer was buried standing up in full uniform.
I am sharing a video of our walk through this garden of rest, this Old Burying Ground. I hope someday you can visit this beautiful harbor town of Beaufort N.C.
Thank you for the read and God bless.
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