I Shall Always Be The Big Sister

There are times when I really enjoy being the Big Sister in my family.

The ‘being responsible’ thing really does blow, but do you know what the upside is?

You get to get away with a lot because as the oldest you get to blindside your inexperienced parents. Seriously, they have no idea about what is normal and what is not when it comes to kids.

Especially if your firstborn is a creative thinker.

Like,  I  have been exploring my family tree and I’ve come across a few interesting things- like one of my relatives was a solider in the American Revolution- something I don’t particularly crow about because the other half of my family were British and Canadian and why cause a bunch of my dearly departed to spin in their graves?

Anyway-meet Isaac Ross:

But a recent find tickled my Big Sister funny bone.

This is a distant cousin of mine named Bertram Douglas Godfrey- he was a Reverend.

Yeah. I’m still trying to wrap my brain around that. The thing is, the Godfreys have been naming their sons Bertram since the 16oo’s- so finding another Bertram Godfrey wasn’t exactly a huge find- what I thought was great was that my Dad’s name is Bertram Godfrey and my little brother’s name is Douglas Godfrey.

So when I found a grave with both their names mashed onto the headstone I had a big laugh and great idea little brother’s birthday card  or better yet a Christmas card because I am THAT kind of Big Sister and I can get away with things like that.

If you would like, in the photos below, you can meet Bertram Douglas Godfrey in his final resting place.

He lived and died in England, he and his wife and children lived in Australia for about three years and he served in the military for the British ( ahem ) in WW1

and he made me glad I am the kind of Big Sister who shall always do and revel in being and doing the kind of silly stunts that Big Sisters do:

Yours,

Anita Marie Moscoso

formally

Anita Marie Godfrey

Rev Bertram Douglas Godfrey

Rev Bertram Douglas Godfrey Kirkley Cemetery Lowestoft, Suffolk, England.

A Little Danse

Inspired by the Danse Macabre Prompt: Cemetery Exploring With Akari 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

One year, just a few days before Halloween I took a tour of some local haunted sights and I even visited a graveyard.

It was nightfall by the time we got to the remains of the cemetery- and I call it the remains because some graves and most of the headstones had been moved.

Apparently the cemetery had fallen into disrepair, it wasn’t being cared for and it had been over run by blackberry and sticker bushes- from what I understand some of the headstones had been stolen and vandalized too.

But then the community rallied and some changes were made.

I’m sure the process of cleaning the area up was done correctly and with the dignity required because this cemetery is located in a part of town where gentrification is taking place and nothing spells decorum and dignity like not making homes you want to sell to well to do young families come across as that development with all of it’s issues  in ” Poltergeist”

You can see the very little cemetery from decks tricked out with  plants and fancy outdoor furniture and  in couple of cases, dining room windows.

I’ve never seen this cemetery by daylight- and I’m not sure I want to now.

Something about that sad little place touched this former Cemetery employee’s dark little heart and I want to remember it as it was-

just before Halloween, at nightfall  when the air was cold and the  sky was full of  clouds and stars.

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Grave Thoughts in July

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Is anyone down there?

Is anybody home?

Are you dreaming?

Are you asleep?

Photo A.M. Moscoso

I will call  again

softly

with caution

and fear

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Is anybody down there

are you

dreaming

are you

asleep?

Inspired By The Soul Food Café Prompt: Manhole Covers