It was a grey & gloomy day, and my first-time-ever visit to the new UConn Co-op Bookstore was unsatisfying, but I turned my mood around by stopping at the Old Eastbury Cemetery on the way home!
I kept getting cemetery-teased, because I drove past the Mansfield Center Cemetery on the way to Storrs, then was very close to Pink Ravine (and was thinking about it, longing for it), then went right by Silver Street in Coventry (*whimper*… I wanted to stop so much) and Quarryville in Bolton. But I knew it was way too overcast to look at stones. Still, by the time I got to Glastonbury, I couldn’t take it anymore, and looked on my iPhone to find the location of Old Eastbury, because I knew it was nearby. It turned out that it was very near by, and in fact I was about to pass it in a minute or two.
It’s so bizarre, I didn’t realize that I drive right by it every time I go to Manchester, even though I have been there before. It’s right on the side of Manchester Road in East Glastonbury, but it’s very inconspicuous and slightly hidden by a thin row of trees. It’s a weird little burying ground… not very well kept, but sweet and charming. It actually reminds me of Christian Lane a little, although it’s in a much nicer location. It’s kind of sad how Glastonbury ignores it and devotes all its attentions to the big beautiful Green Cemetery, when this burying ground in fact holds a rarer treasure: the Glastonbury Profile Carver's masterpieces.
Although most of the snow and ice in town is melted, the low points at Old Eastbury Burying Ground are still crusted in ice, and one of the fallen stones is submerged, peering up through the whiteness like a drowned skater, its lichen the ghostly green clue that gave it away. So cool.
As I noted when I visited in October, 2011, there is so much wonderful lush cushiony moss there, of many varieties. Right now much of it is saturated like a sponge, drinking in the spring rains and melts. (I’ll post some icy mossy pictures separately!) As I expected, the lighting wasn’t the best, but it was still nice to wander and say hello to some of my carver friends. I’ve missed them. And I got a pretty good photo of the Holmes boys’ stone in the back, because it wasn’t shadowed by trees the way it usually is! I really need to go back to Eastbury while the leaves are off the trees, and devote more attention to it.
P.S. Sorry (?) some of the gravestone photos’ colors are slightly over the top. I used an intense camera setting, but I rather like it. The gray day needed a little extra saturation. :-)