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.