TIME MACHINE

Tuesday morning – a cloudy day after a gentle but significant rain all night.

We have returned from a trip to the 19th Century yesterday.

Sunny and hot – we loaded snack food and camera and ourselves into our GMC - American-made car, and headed out to two towns from lifetimes ago, two time capsules, in search of many things, but specifically in search of GAR grave markers showing branches of military service.

GAR = Grand Army of the Republic, the name of the main military arm of the United States in the American Civil War, or, as the South still likes to call it, the War Between the States.

We found the marker(s); we found the memorials; and we found a part of the heart of America, a bit of the way things used to be.

And we found a restaurant which satisfied the searchers’ hungers
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The favourite cemetery explored was still in use and originated in the early 19th.
It was still receiving residents of the area.

It was tidy, clean, etc.. It was obviously an important part of the town, of civic pride.
Some of the oldest stones of GAR vets had been totally restored or replaced, complete with name, rank, branch of the service, and even unit served in.

There were trees; winding single lane road; and hills.

In short, a delightful place to pause a bit and reflect on things.

And then back to the 21st.

And lots of things to think about.