Some ten years ago (yes, I am ancient) I went to the USA for the wedding of my very best friend. I took along a dear old friend for company, and together we went on a driving holiday from Iowa to South Dakota, and to Louisiana. Hiring a car and driving on the wrong side of the road was quite an adventure, but I didn't expect to fall so totally in love with the Black Hills and with New Orleans. So I thought I'd share a couple of photos I took at New Orleans' Lafayette Cemetery (No.1 if I remember correctly). I took these with an instamatic camera (long before digital - dear Goddess I am archaic! An instamatic!? Why that's only one step above a 'box browny'!) and even so, I am rather chuffed still. My camera did have a nifty 'panoramic' option, which allowed for taking gloriously long photos, but for whom provision of a photo album, much less a frame was nigh on impossible. And I lament the so few photos I took on out six week sojourn - at the weekend getaway a fortnight ago I took over 250 photos, but in the time of 'film', it was impractical and costly to take so many (and have them developed). I think I only ended up taking some six rolls (of 24 photos each) over that whole period. Never the less, here for your approval, part one....
Mary Love: Born October 7th 1873, Died August 30th 1878
Edward Given: Born December 3rd 1873, Died August 30th 1878
This last memorial breaks my heart, still. The anguish that poor mother must have gone through, to have lost her new born, her two year old and her five year old all within two days, of Yellow Fever. How do you recover from something like that?