Walking Adventures: Thornhill Cemetery


This story begins, as most good stories do, with all things delicious. We had a late lunch at Golden Star before we went on the (long, hot, and sweaty) walk to Thornhill. As always, their onion rings were spot on. I could walk around all day just munching on those rings – they’re that good. If you have a recommendation for good onion rings let us know in the comments. Mikaius had a burger, and I had chicken tenders. Both of them were really good!


This is the Village Library! I wish we’d taken our good camera with us, but we only had our phones. My Moto X’s camera does not do this justice. Interesting fact: according to the little information plaque out front, the library has a ghost or two!


The entrance to the cemetery. It’s such a beautiful plaque, and a quiet oasis in the middle of a busy little place. The cemetery itself is about ten minutes away from the main highway, and the little village has heritage houses. Gorgeous! The headstones were also a study in melancholy, especially the ones that had almost been swallowed by the trees.


There was barely anybody at the cemetery when we went aside from a few joggers and dog-walkers. We arrived just in time for magic hour to make an already beautiful place even prettier. Again, though my phone camera wasn’t good enough to capure it. Must. Bring. Our. Camera.


I wonder how many mourners have used that bench.


See those sunken stones? Those were stones that just had first names, and sometimes, nothing but “mother” or “father” on them. It made me feel so sad, and I wanted to know the story of it. :/


There was one gravestone that was alone, and very much away from the rest of the other graves. He had no family around him.


The most emotional part of the experience for me was a group of three graves near the edge of the cemetery grounds. It was that of a man, a woman, and their daughter – but the year inscribed on the tombstones revealed that the daughter and father died together on the same year, and the mother died many years later. It just made me feel so sad for the mom. Her gravestone seems to indicate that she never remarried.


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