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Learning While Wandering – #Blimage

I haven’t been challenged yet to partake in #Blimage, but the idea is too intriguing not to be involved.  So I challenged myself with this photo:

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This is the aim of the challenge as perceived by Steve Wheeler:

You send an image or photograph to a colleague with the challenge that they have to write a learning related blog post based on it. Just make sure the images aren’t too rude. The permutations are blimmin’ endless. (Wheeler, 2015)

Learning While Wandering

I’m sure the image of a cemetery doesn’t first evoke thoughts of learning, but they are truly fascinating places of historical significance.  Most cemeteries that you might visit today for laying to rest departed loved ones are modernized.  By that I mean they are not much more then just as I have mentioned a place for the departed and for those that love(d) them to visit, mourn, and reflect on days gone by and days that may have been.

If, however, you can find a cemetery that has been in existence for (let’s say) more than a hundred years, then chances are it or a section of it has a very historical significance. This is not to say modern day cemeteries have any less significance, but they don’t tend to have historical plaques placed in them.  Plaques that tell you about the people and often families buried, where they came from, when the settled the area, why they settled the area.

I’ve done a lot of local wandering over the last year and some of these wandering adventures have taken me into several old cemeteries.  Some cemeteries that appear long forgotten and others that were created only for one or two founding area families.  Several I have been I didn’t realize existed; their entrance ways hidden or tucked behind churches.

I’ve found two local cemeteries established in 1870s that have plaques and monuments within them describing the settlers of the area, when they arrived and some of the first industries established by the “first families”.  Another, a bit north of me, was the last “station” in the area.  It was opened in 1887, but prior to that, from the 1820s to this time, the local “circuit priest” came around to Catholic families’ homes to serve Mass at these “stations”.

These are pieces of local history that were not taught to me in school, not something I’ve heard of on the local news.  Theses cemeteries are places that few visit, but it is incredibly surprising the amount of information that can be learned within them.  I’m hoping this might inspire a few readers to visit one of their local cemeteries and see what they can learn.

Pass the #Blimage Baton

I wasn’t challenged, but I will challenge someone.  I’d like to challenge Mark Britz, whose blog postings and writings I greatly admire.  Mr. Britz…your photo, should you take on the challenge is:Day 128  Bundles of Joy.

Photo by: Pascal, ‘Day 128’. N. p., 2015. Web. 21 July 2015.
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