Morgan Cemetery Row 2 extension

A return to the photographic grave documentation of the Morgan Road Cemetery Clay, NY.

The photos below are an extension of Row 2, starting from the west end of the cemetery.

Erosion of the small c,iff they sit on has made it difficult for me to get around to the front side to take photos as I am usually alone when I document.  Thankfully, at yesterday's workshop, I had my friend Kate as a spotter and was able to get the photos to finish the row.

As follows from left to right when facing the front of the stones:

THOMAS HAMLIN

died

May 11, 1885

Aged

61 Years

__________________

Laura Dewey

His Wife

Died Aug 12, 1906

Aged

72 Years

HAMLIN

DEWEY

Edwin Dewey

Oct 14, 1820-September 25, 1905

Harriett Dewey

February 22, 1825-January 11, 1907

These smaller stones can be found on the back side of the above stones.

From left to right.

EDWIN

HARRIETT

THOMAS

LAURA

FOLKART & WORDS in the CEMETERY

Folkart has long focused on the quiet and seemingly ordinary aspects of everyday life.

 Folk paintings and grave documentation go hand-in-hand with storytelling.

 Using an environment common to, but often overlooked by the community as a place of art,

 FOLKART & WORDS in the CEMETERY

is a workshop with a focus on creating a work of art incorporating these

 diverse, yet interconnected elements.

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Just though I'd share our most wondrous cemetery program at Morgan last month.

I do so love my cemetery adventures.

It was so lovely to see everyone create in this serene spot.

Our folk musicians from HOMESLICE, Dan Cleveland & Ron VanNostrand

always bring joy and a touch of the old ways to our events.

I love Morgan Cemetery.

Enjoy!

On the pale hills

Moon is counting sheep

"Sleep, sleep..."

says the little wind in the curtain.

~Constance Urdang

A violet by a mossy stone

 half hidden from the eye.

~William Wordsworth 1770-1850

CEMETERY STORYTELLING

HARVEST FESTIVAL AND CEMETERY STORYTELLING

October 13, 2012

Well, Festival Day has come and gone and all went well.

I so enjoy bringing the *different* to the world.

And, as you know by reading this blog, it was my intention to share my joy of the Morgan Cemetery 

with the public.

There is naught quite like an old cemetery to inspire reflection.

And it was to my great joy that the nipperkins took to the trip with their own brand of childlike wonder.

To them it seemed a place of awe and happiness and for that I am truly grateful.

Even the adults instinctively slowed their pace to wander the stones.

My story went well.  I had been a bit nervous as I am a great, huge, comedic storyteller and so

was concerned with holding the attentions of the crowd with a more formal tale.

I needn't have worried.

And in case you missed the day, you may partake of my story here:

THE HARVEST THE FOX AND THE GOAT FACED GIRL

I must comment on this photo.

Butterfly girl, who had been on the first bus trip and so, knew the ways of the world, said to her wee friend

in a knowing tone:  "You see?  You can *touch* it."

Indeed.  As they all touched my heart with the way the day worked out.

I can't possibly describe the feeling of watching children capture the past.

Miss Darla and I were pleased.

And so, a day well done.

Really looking forward to expanding the event next year and bringing more of the art of folklore to life!

My sincere gratitude for sharing this time with me.

love, Fox

ONE LAST THING:

Last week, I posted a story and pics of something strange and wonderful that happened to me while alone in the cemetery getting ready for this event.  In an effort to not overshadow the event posts, I posted it in my Goat Borrower blog.  Feel free to pop on over and share my odd experience.

WHAT HAPPENED IN THE CEMETERY