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| Chimleyville Cemetery |
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| Where I'd been and seen the names. |
| Chimleyville Cemetery Road |
| I returned to 182 and continued south. I passed Chimleyville Cem. Rd. I had been down there several times, but never found the cemetery. I was getting tired and almost let that bring on apathy. I fought that dreaded syndrome and flipped the bike around. The reward lay ahead. A lady was checking her mail. I cut the engine and coasted up to her waving and smiling, a scary introduction. Before our conversation was over I knew all the people she knew and I introduced her to all the people I knew. There were some cross over people. In Louisiana, the "ice" can be broken by making connections. Any connection works. Just find a connection and the barriers fall. She had family in Palmetto and Arnaudville. I know people from both. Done. She then went on to give me detailed directions to the cemetery, "it's over there". She also metioned that she was reading Uncle Tom's Cabin. She said that Tom's fictional cabin was on the Boeuf. Well, not exactly. But close. What was spooky was that I'd been interested in "cabins" on this trip. I think she was trying to tell me something without saying it. I often imagine things like that. I imagined the cemetery having little Confederate flags in it like the one at Whiteville Methodist, up the road. There would be no Confederate flags at the Chimleyville Cemetery. I wondered why, at first. |
| Without the "recent" mowing, finding the cemetery might not have happened. It was a thing of beauty. |
| I walked it all. Patterns came into focus. |
| Service to the country was a proud badge which many tombstones documented. |
| Name, Rank, Division, Date of Birth and Death. No frills. A Man's marker. |
| The place was full of heroes. |
| Some were not so easily read. I read, "Vory Mae". Welcome to the internet. I hope I have your name correct. |
| Charles, remember Charles Road, mentioned in "names to remember"? I had been exploring the community in which these people lived, worked and owned land, thus the road naming. I love these stones that depict the life of the person. I like the ones that have portraits, also. |
| Next to one of the graves, these plastic covered pictures lay. I picked them up to take this picture. Suddenly, I realized that this graveyard would never have Confederate flags in it. Evidently, just guessing, the pictures reflect happy times for the resident, or, pictures brought for the occupant to enjoy. I am a romantic. |
| Back on the last road, Glaze, I'd seen an address and had written it off as a property name, "Silverland". It was "Silverand". There were many more names that I remember in the cemetery, Mott, Glaze, and more. To bad I hadn't flashed on this connection earlier or I would have matched names with graves. Putting all the connections together is fullfilling. Next time, I'll write down all the road names and go looking for cemeteries where the name-eez are in residence. See, if you get bored just riding around aimlessly, there's always a game to play. |
| Exiting, I saw this house in the woods. Could it have been the original church? It seemed to be a home. |
| La.182/29 above La.10 is a favorite route of mine. I may research this community more in depth. Now, you aren't putting "depth" and "cemetery" together, are you? If so, you are as weird as I am. Added opinion: Dave, thinks it is a church since the windows are all at the same level. He's probably right but dont' give him the big head by agreeing. Wait, my house windows are all at the same level. You were kidding, weren't you, Dave? |
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