Photo: Angelina. Credit: All photos by Eve Golden.
It will come as no surprise to you that I enjoy strolling through my local boneyard. I live near a lovely Italian Catholic cemetery in my East Coast town, and cut through on my way to and from the grocery store, to look at the tombstones, read the inscriptions (some going back to the mid-19th century, and the graveyard is still in use).
About 10 percent of the graves have photos under thick glass—is this an Italian Catholic thing? I find these irresistible, and last weekend—a lovely sunny summer day—I strolled around with my new camera and (getting Looks from passersby) snapped some of the more interesting portraits. Some graves had holes where photos had been wrenched out—by family members, I hope? I mean, who would steal a photo from a grave—wouldn’t that creep you the hell out, in a Monkey’s Pawkind of way?
Larry thought you might like to meet some of the residents. I am particularly taken with the lovely Angelina, who died so young and looked like Ava Gardner as a Follies Girl. I can’t help wondering why particular photos were chosen—I am going to be cremated, but have already told friend which headshot to send to the newspapers!