honeymoon4ever

I love old graveyards. It is really fascinating to think that the people buried on Princess Cays most likely have ancestors who may or may not even know that these graves exist. That all of the people who were buried there on the island have a story, and people who loved them. I can't wait to go exploring on our upcoming cruise to try and find them. I hope somebody comes up with some info on this mystery!

If you are ever in Greenville, NC and happen by the Glaxo plant, (it used to be the Proctor and Gamble plant) look around the grounds outside and you will find a teeny little graveyard, overgrown with weeds and fenced in by a black wrought iron fence. It is very surreal to see this giant metal manufacturing plant cozying up to this little bitty graveyard. Some of the graves are from the mid to late 1800's.

I have often wondered what the employee's at the plant must think about the graves. If they ever wander over during their lunch breaks to look at the names and come up with ideas or stories about how they got there or how they died.

My family owned and lived on the land there for many generations, before P & G bought it and built the plant. These are the graves of some of my ancestors. It is fun to go up there with my grandmother (who is now in her late 80's) and hear again the stories I have heard a thousand times before.

"Now Jenny," (she would say in her southern drawl) "this is the grave of Aunt Patty who died of consumption when she was off at college. This is Uncle Nash who broke his back on a cypress knee when he fell from a tree. Uncle James was drug behind a mule. Thomas shot himself behind the tobacco barn." It is neat to put my hand on the grave stone of someone who lived so long ago, and yet has some real connection with me today.

Sorry, there I go rambling again! LOL! :)