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This may sound a big odd, but I have inherited my mothers fascination with cemetaries.  We like to walk through them and try to find the oldest grave stone.  When Jason and I lived near Boston, this was especially fun since we could find some stones dating back to, at least, the 1600's, possibly even some 1500's. 

Since living there, it has been hard to top the fascination.  Surprisingly enough, I have found one pretty amazing down here in Southern New Mexico.

Fairly regularly, Grady and I go for long walks and part of our walk goes through a cemetary less than a mile from our house.  The stones near the entrance of the cemetary are pretty and well kept, but the further back you go, the more interesting things get.  Below, I took some photos to give you a sample of how it looks.

As you can see, I have no idea how old some of these are.  All they have are wooden crosses.  These were even the ones in better condition.  Some had lost part and looked just like one piece of wood stuck in the ground.  Oh, the stories there could be.  My imagination just runs wild.

And just in case this blog post seemed to be a bit of a downer for anyone, he's my baby cutie and walking buddy to cheer you up! :)