A couple of weeks back, Tibby and I took a weekend off: no writing, no gaming, no social obligations, no work. We took three days to hang out in the fall colours and enjoy the turning leaves and some cider in the Green Mountains at a lovely little inn that served sizeable breakfasts with lots of Vermont maple syrup.
While walking around historic Stowe, one of the first things we stumbled across was the cemetery. It’s smack-dab in the middle of town, and kind of hard to avoid. I wrote a piece for The Midnight Society that starts at Old Yard Cemetery too.
It’s so small, it doesn’t even get an entry in Stones and Bones of New England.
Old Yard is 218 years old this year, it contains 1,150 burials, the land was donated by William Utley following the accidental drowning of twelve year old son, Willie. The last burial is dated to 1915, and the cemetery was declared a historic site in 1993.
I took a bunch of pictures. Obviously.
Old Yard Cemetery, Vermont
You may wonder why I’m keeping this post largely pictorial and so brief: it’s NaNoWriMo, and I’m thirteen thousand words in the thick of it. I’m trying to save my words for where it counts, but I suspect in doing so, that means you get pretty pictures instead.