Is it stormy or night in this spirit filled cemetery?
I thought I heard something. I looked up. Nothing. The air was heavy, oppressive in fact, blurry, could the air be blurry? The spirits hovered, as though dangling from the big old trees.
“Tom, did you see that?”
“What?”
“I don’t know.” It was as though I had experimented with a slew of the same treatments as a teenager on drugs.
“Listen—is this the inner world of apparitions?” 
Scraping, like chains across the stones of the tombs. As night began to fall, the figure was creepy–the shroud over its 
head obscuring the face until you were up close to it.
James Harrison, died 1860
There was a living air about the grieving angel, grieving over the dead, as if its arms could really reach out and grab you if you weren’t careful.
Branford Center Cemetery, established in 1645. We joined the ghosts of the past and perused the vast space, up hills, down hills, graves by the water.
Thomas Harrison Claus surrounded by his ancestors in Branford, Connecticut
Back on the farm, the Harrison house necessary
Couldn’t resist sharing some of the necessaries of past and present.
Do you know where your 400 year old ancestors are buried?
Miles and I visited his ancestry graves in Tenn. and Virginia as well as North Carolina where most of them lived. Fascinating to read the tombstones. Lorraine
Lorraine, nice to see you. It truly is fascinating to read the tombstones. There were so many, but I had to choose for the blog post. Thanks for visiting here.
I enjoy a ghostly walk through a cemetery, myself, Gail. I recently visited with a psychic (which I hadn’t done in many years), and she mentioned that I was surrounded by lots of happy spirits. When I told her I was working on my genealogy she laughed and said, “That will do it. When you call to remembrance your ancestors, it brings them closer to you and makes them happy that they are not forgotten.” That was a comforting thought and I can honestly say, I have felt that to be true through my graveyard wanderings and explorations. I feel much more connected to my heritage these days. I’m sure that the Harrison’s are having a party in your honor:-)
Love this Paula. We did enjoy the couple of hours we spent there. We met a Branford native who was visiting her family too. It was time well spent. We also perused the Harrison House on Main Street again. The grounds are beautiful, and of course the necessary is still there, as you can see in the photo with Tom.
Great prose, Gail. I loved it.
Thank you Charl.Thanks for the visit.