Long time, no blog! I let three weeks of finals, comprehensives, and Wikipedia prevent me from spelunking. A week ago, I ate supper in the St. Paul’s Catholic Church Cemetery in Princeton, New Jersey two evenings after work. On Friday, I intended to explore another cemetery along Route 206–the Harlingen Reformed Church Cemetery–but it was being mowed in preparation for Memorial Day! Memorial Day is one of the few days in the States where cemeteries receive much public notice.
Priest’s graves, where I first set up shop to eat supper two weeks ago.
Al dolled up for my senior comprehensive oral exam earlier in the day.
Supper was the insubstantial Vegetarian Times Thai Curried Noodles with Broccoli and Tofu…needed about twice as much noodles.
Looking out towards the rest of St. Paul’s Catholic Church cemetery.
Then I relocated because sitting on top of priests’ graves felt weird.
Plus then I had a place to put my tea.
Stop signs in cemeteries strike me as ironic and/or unnecessary, from an ultimate perspective. Since one can drive through St. Paul’s (and I have, it’s a good shortcut), it’s necessary from the conventional perspective.
The next day I brought mixed veg and leftover Easter pizza.
While a few people and the occasional car appeared on this path, this evening there was another living person in the cemetery at the same time: an elderly gentleman placing flags by veterans’ graves.
This is how I pack dessert and salad: hide the mint chocolate chip cookies and cream pie under greens (no salad dressing).
On Friday, not only did a long CSX train crossing The Great Road detain me from reaching the Harlingen Reformed Church cemetery off 206…
…but also it was being mowed! I took pictures from outside the fence since the flying grass clippings were making it difficult to breathe.
When I get a chance to visit again, I could drive right in.
As you can tell, the place did need to be mowed. I’m glad it’s somewhat well-maintained. I watched the landscapers doing tight turns around the stones.
I thought one of the stones said “Buser,” as in the last name of my grade two teacher, but it read “Cruser.” My eyes are going.
Until next time…
Also, my dear cousin Mike sent me a picture when he was in Boston a week ago:
Happy Memorial Day,