Saturday, April 14, 2012

Oakland Community Cemmetry




I've just returned from a visit to Oakland Community Cometery in Duluth, Ga. I pass this place all the time, but I'd never actually been there until today. There was always something so magnetic about it though. Like it wanted me to go there. Always drawing me in.

This is a very... interesting cemetery. Normally Graveyards feel vacant to me. As in, no ghosts hanging around. I mean think about it, if you were a ghost and you could go anywhere, would you want to hang around your lifeless body all the time? I wouldn't. I probably go to England.

But as I walked through all strangely decorated graves... I felt a mixture of emotions, and many strong presences. I definitely did not feel alone. I felt many children in this cemetery. And when I really started looking at headstones, I did see a lot of children's graves. More than I've ever seen in one place. Which to me, might make sense as to why I felt so many young spirits. It almost felt as though they we're "staying put", waiting for their parents to return. Just like any child they may become separated from their Mom and Dad at shopping mall or a park.  

The other odd thing about this cemetery was the amount of oddly placed and/or unmarked graves.  There were lots of graves that looked as though the family may have dug them their selves and made the headstones. Perhaps they did not have very much money. And there were also many raised mounds of land side by side marked with nothing jagged rocks or bricks. No writing. That made me feel very uneasy and sad.

The last thing that really stood out to me was how elaborately decorated some of the graves were. Not just flowers, but tons of little sautes and marbles and personal items. It was weird. And eerie.

In conclusion, I would say that there are most certainly some stragglers in this cemetary. Nothing bad. Just lonely. I took some pictures, and as always, thanked the spirits for allowing me to visit with them and take their photos.

Enjoy.















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