Remember our trip to Centralia, the modern-day Ghost Town awhile back? Well, our adventures did not end there on that day. We had more, the three of us, Martha, Jim and Linda! I’ve been so busy, I’ve not posted everything I write in my mind! I decided to take a little time and catch up on a few of our trips!
After we left Centralia we decided to head for the free Yuengling Brewery Tour, only to get their shortly after their last tour of the day began! Oh well, such is life. We’ll do it another day, after all we’ve already been on it and know that those free beers in their little saloon will wait for us!
Instead, we thought we’d drive through town and check out their cemeteries. You know how we are. . . .
We asked directions for “the cemetery in town” and were directed several blocks up Mahantongo Street to St. Patrick’s Cemetery. It was more than several blocks, but that has never bothered us looking for a cemetery!
From the street we saw the most incredible Cross, so of course, we had to turn in and go see it.
Turns out this was the grave of “A man of the cloth,” Rev. Father Frederick W. Longinus. The three monuments above are all dedicated to the Reverend Father. The elongated one, the cross and the headstone shaped on. He must have truly been beloved by his parish.
This site is well tended and cared for, plantings maintained with no dead leaves or flowers. It stands out from the street, as I mentioned earlier.
Satisfied with seeing a cemetery, we headed back in the direction of Lancaster, when
and behold, a sign along the road pointed to a cemetery. We had Jim slam on the brakes and turn right, through an old neighborhood and up a hill.
At the top of the hill was one of the largest cemeteries we had ever seen! It was seemingly fields of open space with a section here and there that was in use. The picture above is just one area of the cemetery. It gives an example of how large and undeveloped it currently is. This is the section the Lord is in.
Directly across from the “Lord” monument was this sweet little monument tucked next to a little bush. It reads:
SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF
THE UNBORN KILLED BY ABORTION
THE HOLY INNOCENTS
OF OUR TIME
As we left this cemetery and started our descent down the hill we found this old Hebrew cemetery off to the side of the road, next to a home, with the gate padlocked. This was the only sign indicating a name or anything about this cemetery. I have searched the internet in vain, for any information about this cemetery, googling the above words and any other keywords I can think of.
The only way I was able to take pictures was to stick my camera through the mesh on the fence. A branch had broken off a tree and was preventing me from taking too many pictures. It did make for a more dramatic picture, however.
This lone headstone was the only one we found outside of the enclosed cemetery. It was sitting several yards to the east of the fence off by itself. Whether there had once been others close to it is unknown.
Finding no more cemeteries, we started our journey back to Lancaster County. As we approached the interstate, we pulled up behind this truck and considered it a sign that our “Cemetery Hoppin'” was over for the day!
Martha is planning the next trip. Look for our adventures in the near future!