These pictures were taken two years ago, but then got buried in my drafts when I had a bad case of writer’s block and no inspiration.
It was around Thanksgiving 2016. My mom was in Europe with her sister. There wasn’t much to do, so we took a walk.
I don’t have any pictures from that Thanksgiving day, but these pictures remind me of it.
Thanksgiving is always weird. All of my family lives far away and almost we never spend it with them. On this particular Thanksgiving after we got back from my in-laws house, we went to Waffle House with my sister and then played Minecraft. That was pretty funny.
During my trip to Michigan, I wanted to visit the cemeteries of my relatives. Luckily I unknowingly chose a hotel right in between two main cemeteries where my relatives laid. Unlike the the Southfield Cemetery, the Holy Sepulchre Catholic cemetery was massive and easy to get lost in.
It was an icy November day, and we wandered around the vast place, looking for our family members. My mom was relying on her memories of running around here when she was little. Her grandparents were caretakers of this place!
This unique group of trees caught our eye and we wandered over. It was the right area!
Someone had placed wreaths at the graves, we wondered who that could have been.
My great great grandfather, who came to Detroit from Austria and worked as a grave-digger in this cemetery.
I’ve always liked wandering around in cemeteries. There’s something really peaceful about them. It was even more special to visit a cemetery where my family members were buried. Most of them I’d never met, but had heard plenty of stories about. Others I have some vague memories of, so I was glad to get to visit their graves.
**Part of my collection of poor pictures that have been stuck in my drafts for a year or more as a result of my uninspired period**
It’s always fun to wander around Old Salem, but it just seems to become the most exciting in the fall.
As the cool days just start to turn into icy cold nights, and the leaves have turned colors and are beginning to fall from the trees.
I find a way to love all of the seasons, but this one is always my favorite.