RANDOM ROADTRIP REMEMBERING FOR RUBY TUESDAY OVER AT MARY'S WORK OF THE POET.
Traveling along Southern backroads on our summer roadtrip, we passed many small churches with an adjoining graveyard. We hadn't seen this in the Northwest or on our travels before this time. In Charleston South Carolina, we had learned on a tour that this is called a graveyard rather than a cemetery. It's only a cemetery, our guide said, if there's no church adjoining.
These churches were along country residential streets. We passed two or three while driving in and around Charleston. And in most of the other small towns we drove through all the way through the South. The one in these pictures was somewhere in North Carolina.
These churches seemed to us like they were from a time in the past -- a time when many generations of a family lived in the same area and attended the same church.
I don't know if that's still true today, but somehow I hope so.
beside redbrick church
family members sleeping
until kingdom come
Posted by: Magical Mystical Teacher | November 01, 2010 at 06:23 PM
Beautiful church. Great shots.
Happy Ruby Tuesday.
Posted by: eden | November 01, 2010 at 07:40 PM
You will find hundreds of these churches in Missouri. If you get of the interstate and take the back roads you will be surprised at how many and how closely grouped some of them are.
I have always enjoyed stopping to walk and photograph in these old graveyards. So much history can be gleamed from such a visit.
Love your RV. Hubby and I have been discussing becoming one of the snowbirds or Gypsy travelers.
Posted by: Rita aka Cashjocky | November 01, 2010 at 08:42 PM
They are picture book churches. If only the walls could talk.
Posted by: diane | November 02, 2010 at 12:31 AM
Great shots. Our church is an old country church with a grave yard attached. You see a lot of them here in Pa.
Posted by: Janis | November 02, 2010 at 06:39 AM
I remember growing up and living in the parsonage. We had the gravy yard right nest to the churches. In those days(50-60's) that is how must grave yard where. My brother and I would always think that the dead roamed there. We never played in there.
My ruby Tuesday link for you
Posted by: Auntie E | November 02, 2010 at 07:17 AM
Here is the link to my ruby tuesday. The previous Comment takes you to my main blog.
Posted by: Auntie E | November 02, 2010 at 07:19 AM
Your photos and "tales" are always fascinating to read. I don't know how you keep up such a marvellous blog!!!!
Posted by: Hazel | November 02, 2010 at 10:02 AM
I love these tales glimpses of the past. I certainly didn't know difference between a graveyard and a cemetery.
Posted by: Marilyn | November 02, 2010 at 02:57 PM
that is a sweet little church
I too like the sense of history and family staying close together :)
lovely photos
Posted by: dianne | November 02, 2010 at 06:35 PM
The red brick church is reminiscent of those built when I was a kid - 40s/50s in the midwest. Not too many graveyards then, just the cemeteries.
Posted by: Margot | November 02, 2010 at 09:15 PM