Monday, November 5, 2018

As the Sun Set

As the sun set across the peninsula, there we were, squished into cabs and on the way to yet another graveyard. This graveyard was Magnolia Cemetery, one of the most well known in Charleston. The weather was nice and cool but the mosquitoes did not seem to care as they tried to suck every ounce of blood out of everyone. It was well worth it though to see the gravestones of the people and to be able to tell their story it was amazing.

Dye in Socket
This is a huge dye in socket grave. It is one of the cleanest looking gravestones in the cemetery in my opinion. This is a stone from the Rustin family, not one specific person but a family. If you look in the bottom right corner you see a lawn marker, this is where one person in the family was buried.

The flowers across the front are symbols of humility and innocence. Showing how cared for this family was and still is.

Masterpiece
The gravestone to the right is my favorite grave of all time. There is no need to see the symbolism in this grave when it pretty much slaps you in the face. This is the gravestone of a young child, a baby. Most children gravestones are just small barley marked gravestones, but this is a pure masterpiece.

This is for a child who had passed away and her grave was made into a carriage. This is a pure masterpiece and one of a kind grave, not to mention that she has her face carved into the grave. This child was obviously very cared about and loved and her gravestone reflects that.


This is yet another masterpiece. This gravestone is a part of the Pinkney family and is a huge cross. Yet again there is no one buried here, but it marks the whole family plot.

The cross represents religion and the afterlife. The symbolism of the cross, especially this large cross, just shows the power and authority of Christ and the life after death.

This trip was one of my favorites despite the mosquitoes the weather was good and the gravestones were remarkable. This is one of my favorite cemeteries I have ever been to simply because of the size and pure beauty of it. Aside from being squished into a cab with my classmates, I had a great time and it was something I will never forget.


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