It’s 13 days until Halloween. Like the Freeform Channel, I’m challenging myself to have my next 13 blogs somehow relate to Halloween. Let’s see if I can pull it off.
For #13 I’m going to bring it back to Virginia, to a Manassas cemetery specifically. (I think photo shoots in cemeteries definitely count as Halloween-appropriate content.)
Why a photo shoot at a cemetery?
While touring Northern Virginia and taking pictures of places that inspired The Travelers, I thought it might be fun to check out the cemetery adjacent to my mother’s childhood farmhouse in Manassas, right near the battlefield. (Yes, I realize my idea of fun might not be the same as everyone else.)
The cemetery itself isn’t part of The Travelers, however cemeteries share sort of a thematic relationship to the book. They touch on the essence of it – life, death, you know just some lighthearted subjects. (If you have any interest in learning out more about The Travelers, check out my book trailer on youtube.)
So with my mother and daughter in tow, we wandered around the graveyard taking pictures. I spent a good chunk of time wondering whether or not this activity was overly morbid and scarring my daughter for life. (She assures me it didn’t. I think we’ll have to wait a few years to see if her future psychiatrist agrees.)
Any ghosts, ghouls, vampires, or witches in this cemetery?
Sadly, the cemetery was more interesting than spooky. It felt like traveling back in time a bit, if there needs to be a fantasy equivalent here. Some parts of the cemetery were very fascinating, like a cross denoting a soldier from the Civil War and a headstone so old we could only make out a few letters. It certainly makes you realize the novelty and shortness of life. On the other hand, I also felt really young for the first time in a very long time. (Nearing 40 doesn’t seem so bad in a cemetery filled will 200+ year old dead people.)
So it was all just boring gravestones? Nothing scary?
There were parts of the cemetery that I found super creepy, such as a weird cherub baby sculpture thing (see collage below). That belonged in a scary movie for sure.
It was also nice to say hello to my grandparents , not literally (see headstone in collage). Of course seeing the headstone of her great grandparents spawned a long discussion with my daughter about burials and cremation and death (further scarring accomplished! I think I have now won mother of the year award.)