This is the second part of a two-part story.
It stared at Houston – private cemetery, part one.
My favorite grave at this cemetery belonged to an older woman. I had the definite impression that she wasn’t very impressed with us, but she was just vain enough (in a cute, good way) to want some attention anyway. I was reminded of the nurse in the movie, Doc Hollywood.
The area around her grave is also the most active with congenial spirits.
(There is another part of the cemetery, to the far left as you approach it from the street, that has a more derelict feeling to it. It’s as if those people died without much hope, and little color in their lives.)
The photo above also reveals a blue area to the right of the frame. It’s the only one with that kind of coloring, and I have no explanation for it. I wish that I’d taken more pictures, because this reminds me of the blue figure I photographed at Fort Worden, in Port Townsend, Washington.
I’m not sure if we’ll have another opportunity to visit this private cemetery near Houston, Texas. However, if we do, I’ll probably bring flowers for the grave of this charmingly eccentric woman, and hope that she reveals more of her life to me, and presents even more vivid images for my photos.
This is not a cemetery to visit on your own. While we were there, we could hear gunfire less than a mile away. Our escort was armed, too.
But, most importantly, this is one of the many private cemeteries in Texas. They’re often provided for people who couldn’t afford plots in the city cemeteries. The people who rest in these private cemeteries probably didn’t want to be gawked at in life, and it’s unkind to trample their graves–marked or unmarked–in pursuit of ghosts.
We visited with permission and tread carefully around the cemetery. We cannot provide further information about the location, the landowner, or how we were able to visit this site.
(Sometimes when we visit private sites, the terms of our visit include total secrecy.)
Nevertheless, it was a memorable visit, and far richer than many ghost hunts we’ve conducted at more popular, traditional cemeteries.
I’m so glad you brought up these type of cemetaries, maybe a type of potter’s field. For those who have no one in life. no hope in life and as you say no color. their lives never change for the good. nothing to live for. Arturo, here at my apts. was like that. No one in life and not looking for anyone on the other side. His ghost bothers no one and I’ll say Hi every so often. I’m by myself but no one will say my life hasn’t been colorful. Glowing technicolor! but I sense most of my ghosts’ lives have been totally hopeless. Very sad.
Your pictures are beautiful.
I have to mention this to you. about 2 days I was sitting in the lobby of my apt. house and I saw 3 men near the front office. two were talking to each other. I’m sure they did not see the third man. It was Arturo. The one I mentioned above. No mistake, I was too close. This is so new to me. I started to go over but he just vanished. obviously he is determined to stay Bless his heart or should I say spirit? Oh my……
Susan,
Your many thoughtful comments make it clear that you’re on an adventure in this area. Good for you! I hope you’ll create your own website (or at least a free blog at Blogger.com or WordPress.com) to share your thoughts, experiences and discoveries with even more people.
Thanks for your comments here. They’re definitely adding to the discussions!
Cheerfully,
Fiona
Fiona…..what can I say? You are the one that has guided me to where I’m at today. Most of all I have definately learned to think for myself and put aside traditions. Question those who tell me things can’t be. How long have we been taught there was no such things as ghosts or spirits. Worse yet to fear them. contraditions. And yet, for those of us who follow the Bible it says Jesus went and preached to the spirits in prison? My question. Where are the spirits who are not in prison? I believe they are waiting for the resurrection. That’s a long wait. we need to open our minds and maybe we’ll find a few that would like to be recognized. Maybe to chat with as I do. I don’t know if they ccommunicate with each other but it’s got to be lonesome.
This has become a very personal trek for me. I’m so happy when I suddenly realize I’m not alone. some spirit wants to walk with me or chat with me. Just like 2 living beings. I think humanity has lost out on a lot of peace and happiness when they just bury someone and forget them. Their spirit is still alive and if the spirits in prison could HEAR Jesus preach then they still have all their intelligence. They have one thing more. They can see us, we can’t see them. As for the Blog…I would have to have some discussions with my new found friends. To see if they would want to be on the Internet. I know, no one can see them but they sure can talk. So many new friends to make. I’m a happy camper and I know you are, too. I really devour your words. Thank you for being there for us! Oh yes, some of us can see them!