Vacation pics.

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Text reads "Here Lies Buried The Body of Ruhamah Whitcomb Daughtr of Mr Jofiah & Mrs Ruhamah Whitcomb who Decd. Decembr 19 A.D. 1749 in the 15 Year of Her Age"

It was a fashion at one time for women to name their daughters after themselves or other family members, which when you think about it makes more sense than men named after their fathers, because women commonly changed their name at marriage.

Anyways, I've never seen a Ruhamah, but a little looking reveals that Ruhamah in the Bible was the daughter of Hosea. Hosea is a name related to Josiah (the name of the father of our little Ruhamah here) and also to Joshua and...Jesus.

Take a good look at the face at the top of the tombstone. It's very skull- or death's-head like, rather ominous and scary. The next pic is the top of Josiah Whitcomb's stone; he outlived his daughter by several years:



Interesting change there. (Although, of course, it could just be a change in the local monument cutter's staff. David and I were joking about the proliferation of the urn/willow image by imagining an interview:

"So you want to work at our monument works, can you make pictures for the top of the stone?"

"Um, well, I can make a pretty willow tree, and a vase."

"Great, you're hired!")

In the more modern part of the cemetery, a few things of interest:



I love all that kitschy stuff. It's great. I love the flamingo best, it's totally to die for awesome.



No further info on Bobby, but I like him already. This brings up the question of whether Heaven has a helmet law...



First, why is there a parking meter depicted on this guy's grave?

Second, why is there time left on the meter? (You can see the dial from both sides of the meter, but on the side you put the money in on, inserting money turns the needle to the right.)

And finally, here's me, by the cemetery wall (dda took this one; I took the rest):