New England is a land of cemeteries. Everywhere I went growing up, I was surrounded by little grave yards. Perhaps that's why I have a morbid affection for cemeteries and "the cold hic jacet's of the dead." Mom remembered that on our last trip to Boston all of us kids were fascinated by the burial grounds and wanted to spend time looking at all the tombstones. -and the tombstones of Boston are a sight worth looking at! The Puritans lived in a hard land and death was ever present. They internalized this in light of their faith and worked their reflections on death and immortality out on the cold slate and sandstone of their tombs. Bellow, then, are pictures of some of my favorite tombstones from the Puritan burial grounds of Boston. They were still there, just as I remembered them, and will still be there long after I'm no longer here to see them.
Wash them, cradle them, lay them in the earth
Till they lie
As thick as glacial rock
In the twinkling of an eye
They will be changed