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My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
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The anvil gravestone turns out to be a theme: Google “anvil gravestone” to see a few, most with a hammer on top. But it appears that the addition of the apron is unique to this one–
This post brought together two family traditions: my husband taught several generations of Scouts to do ironworking, and one of our sons now makes knives and jewelry, being both a blacksmith and a silvermith.
My mother, in her retirement, became interested in family history, which expanded into researching local cemeteries, and then developed into a hobby of graveyard jaunts: wherever she visited, we had to include a trip to photograph the nearest cemetery, and ponder the narratives hidden within the inscriptions and ornaments of the gravestones. (I now try to do the same, and often find them the most interesting part of my touring.)
She would have loved this one.
Reminds me of this tombstone …
https://gravelyspeaking.com/2011/04/16/lightning-strike/
https://www.tsop.org/TSOP2019/photos/Indiana%20Limeston%20Trail.pdf