As many of my friends already know, I love cemeteries and am very interested in funeral/burial customs. I have visited graves and graveyards from small and rural to large and cosmopolitan. On vacations I usually try to visit cemeteries or graves of note in the area. When I live someplace one of my favorite things is to visit the local cemeteries. Graves that are no longer visited by friends or family have a special place in my heart. I like to visit those graves in particular because I think it is important to remember those who came before us.
Right after college I surveyed and documented an historic cemetery. It was overgrown, the headstones were cracked or otherwise broken, and except for the occasional township employ largely forgotten. It took me a little over a year to complete the project and during that time I grew to know (as best I could) the inhabitants. Before picking of where I left off documenting, I would revisit other graves and pay my respects. Sometimes I would bring my family and introduce them to my most recent friend. I wasn’t related to any of the inhabitants but they were special to me nonetheless.
This spring the weather has been beautiful and perfect for visiting the cemetery. Noorder Begraafplaats is one of the most colorful cemeteries I have visited. There are flowers growing everywhere and the trees are in bloom.
The children’s graves that I saw were often covered with toys and lanterns. Some headstones, like those below, were whimsically shaped and it is easy to imagine a child choosing the design. Rarely have I seen graves that show so much personality.