The grave of Margaret Mitchell, author of only the most popular novel ever written and hands-down my all time favorite read, Gone With the Wind.
The Rich brothers, founders of Rich Dry Goods (later known as Rich's before being bought by Macy's) which became one of the largest department store chains in the South. I recall Mother travelling to Rich's in Atlanta for party and picture attire.
Proprietor of Jacob's Pharmacy, where Coca-Cola was first sold to the public in the store's soda fountain in 1886.
Golf legend, Georgia Tech alum and Honey's fraternity brother, Bobby Jones.
The Neal family - wife and daughter hold a laurel wreath, one looks up towards heaven and the other down from heaven.
A son lost too soon - the tree trunk symbolizes a life cut short, the rocks a solid family foundation, the ivy for friendship and the anchor for hope. Just remarkable.
The pillow denotes a resting place.
The Bloomfield family lost four daughters, aged two, four, six and eight, all within two weeks of each other, likely to something like dysentery that would be a mild inconvenience today. The horror.
Brother and sister lost as children are depicted as angels, with the faces made from casts of their sweet, innocent faces after death.
Lavish Gothic Revival Masoleum
Atlanta's Lion sits over a trench of over three thousand more Confederate soldiers
One of few remaining cast iron markers - many were melted down as bullets during the war.
A family's pet bird buried in their plot, but marked with a sheep statue.
Oakland's first resident, Dr. James Nissen, was a doctor visiting Atlanta in 1850 when he fell ill. Fearing being buried alive, he cut his own jugular vein to ensure he didn't wake up while in the ground.
Jasper Smith, a notorious Atlanta character, rests under a life sized statue of himself looking towards the gates of Oakland so that he can monitor those that come and go.
Since I was a child I have been intrigued with cemeteries (I was the weird student that used to do school projects on Savannah burial grounds.) I am drawn to touch the headstones and find my mind wondering at not only the people buried in them, but at the throngs of loved ones that come back to remember - or don't. Hence, this Sunday morning stroll was a much anticipated and highly pleasurable outing.
And, in keeping with the theme of the day, after our tour we headed just across the street to Six Feet Under for a delectable seafood lunch (get the pun?) and loads of our customary girly gossip.