Today I took my girl up to the "park". The park is a huge cemetery a few miles away. We drive up there. Lucy hates to ride in most any vehicle but if I tell her we're going to the park, she'll jump right in the car. The park is her most favorite place of all. Wide open spaces with meandering roads to trot down. Mostly treeless, there is heavy vegetation along three sides. She'll flush out a rabbit on occasion, and once, chased a fox for a bit. But the Canada geese are the main attraction. Hundreds gather there and I'm not certain why as there is no water nearby. Lucy doesn't chase but watches them with great interest. She'll lay on the grass watching their every move while I wander about and read the grave markers.  

This isn't an old resting place. Per the sign, it opened in 1938. It is an African-American cemetery and doesn't allow headstones, so each grave is marked with a bronze plaque. My favorite marker honors Benjamin Harrison Taylor.