The Cemetery

After the first people arrived, we decided to go on a field trip. Obviously the best location to welcome everyone to New Orleans is the cemetery. As you can see from the picture below, everyone looks thrilled to be there-- or maybe a little concerned about why I would want a picture of all of them in a cemetery.

(From left: Christina, Ken, Cristina, Kelley, and Rebekah)

There was a lot to see in the cemetery, and Cristina and I took quite a few pictures. This was one of the only areas of the cemetery that had shade.

And is that a ghostly spirit below? Nope, it's just the sun, but pretending is fun.
This was one of the more interesting statues of the day. Most of the people were buried in the late 1800s and early 1900s, and the gravesites are in remarkably good condition.

This is by far the biggest piece in the cemetery. A widower had it built to memorialize his wife.

From a different angle, I feel like a voyeur.

There were also quite a few interesting names. Imagine going through school with the below name, wrong for so many reasons.


If I married a Dinkelspiel, I would keep my last name and probably encourage my husband to take mine as well.
We noticed quite a few Hebrew characters as we were wandering. We also noticed many traditional Jewish surnames as well as first names from the Old Testament. It seemed to be coincidence, but as we left, we finally noticed the name of the cemetery.
Oh, that makes much more sense.