On the Way to Breeler Field Cemetery & Solomons Cemetery

A field trip was in order.

I saw on google maps that Breeler Field and Solomons are on the same little road, not far apart.  So this, of course, makes me wonder why two cemeteries would be so close together.  One black, one white?

Sugar noticed how the sign for Breeler Field Cemetery had been duct-taped to the road sign for “Solomon Something or Other”.

Not too far down the lane, we saw the Solomons Cemetery on the right.  The left side of the cemetery faced the lane.  The front of the cemetery, the gate, and all the graves faced east.

We ducked under the spider and her web that was stretched across the entrance.

It’s too bad the spider web didn’t show up in the photo.  It was magnificent.  You can see how far apart the supports were, and she had filled it up with web.

So I started taking photos of all the tombstones, since it was a small cemetery, and I moved along pretty fast.  Stop, point, shoot, walk, stop, point, shoot, walk.  I’ve learned that as long as the focus is good, I can edit the photos in the computer before I post them here, on findagrave.com, and/or on FaceBook.

SACRED
to the memory
of
SAUL SOLOMONS
who died on the 1st March 1843
in about the 72nd year of his age.
He was Born in Leipsic,
Germany
but for upwards of the last 50 years
he has resided in Colleton
and Beaufort Districts
about 45 of which in the latter.

SACRED
to the memory of
SARAH ROSOMOND
Daughter of Wm P. SOLOMONS
who departed this life
on the 12th Dec. 1857
In the 22nd year of her age.
She was the last of a useful family
and her death cast universal gloom
in the community in which she lived.

Leaves have their time to fall
And flowers to wither at the north winds breath
And stars to set – but all,
Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh! Death.
And then I think of one who in
Her youthful beauty died
The fair meek blossom that grew up
And faded by my side.
In the cold moist earth we laid her
When the forest cast the leaf
And we wept that one so lovely
Should have a life so brief.
Yet not unmeet, it was that one
Like that young friend of ours
So gentle, and so beautiful
Should perish with the flowers.

On to Breeler Field!