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Graveyard


Abhainn

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One of the best experiences I had while I was in Michigan was to visit the family cemetery with my dad. I had done all this family history in the fall, and I also shared that with my dad. Apparently, my dad's great-great grandfather moved from the New York area and settled in this little farming area of Southwest Michigan in the late early 1800s. Others of his family came also - enough to warrant a cemetery named after them (The Austin Cemetery). I think it was also on part of their land. There were more of my dad's family in the cemetery than he knew about. It was great just wandering around the headstones looking at dates and names and making connections.

 

There is a huge pine tree in the cemetery - at least a hundred years old - and all kinds of pine cones scattered on the ground. I wanted very badly to gather some graveyard dirt, but I didn't have the time to create the relationship necessary. I didn't want to rush it. I can only imagine that graveyard dirt from a cemetery that holds the remains of your ancestors is powerful indeed. I didn't get that opportunity. But I did pick up a couple of the pine cones. It feels like a respectable compromise. The tree grew there with the spirits of my (albeit adopted) ancestors, and I am the fruit of their lives. So, I have graveyard pine cones instead of dirt. But they will be a welcome and powerful addition to my altar.

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The Exile

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In the last two or three years I have a place on the wood bench in the gargage where this metal ring stand with a metal pan on top of it. It has since became an altar of sort.

 

In the fall and winter, I would pick up a couple of leaves or so from the grass each day and place it in the pan. Fall and Winter being my favorite time of the year.

 

I have since added a couple of pine cones. I always considered the pine cones important. For the kind of trees they represents. Pines and Spruces are my favorite trees.

 

it is good to be able to visit the family cemetery. Most of my ancestors are buried far away, so I'm denied that pleasure most of the time.

 

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I collect pine cones in the fall as well. They're rather abundant in my apartment complex and I find I have a hard time resisting them when I go out scavenging.

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The Exile

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Same here, every once in a while I see a pine cone at the edge of the parking lot at the Post Office where there are some pine trees and I look both ways to make sure no one is looking and I get the pine cone.

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I took one from a school front yard. Still have the feeling that might have nixed me for the job...

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