Southern Iowa Cemetery Crawl
Do the Brits have anything like the American Memorial Day, a day set aside to honor the dead? Ostensibly it's to honor our war dead, but for most families I know, all nearby family graves are visited and decorated with flowers.
Every year the living generations of my family tour the graves of our deceased in cemeteries spread over 3 counties in southern Iowa. Most of these cemeteries are little visited country places. My favorite is in Melrose (Little Ireland), Iowa. It's set up on a high hill which would have been hell to pull a body up, even with a horse-drawn wagon. The sight of hundreds of yellow iris bobbing their heads in the country wind is something I look forward to every year.
For me country cemeteries are a place where, ironically, the history of my family comes alive--the rows of the scarlet fever stricken infants, the governent issued markers showing the young men lost in wars, the man buried between two wives, having married the sister of the first when she died at an early age.
I have never had an even curious incident occur at a cemetery. But maybe it's because I only visit these once a year? My cousin did groundskeeping for one of the ones we visit every year and he spoke of a place that none of the employees liked to mow, because the engine would cut off and the driver would be stricken with a sudden chill and their sight would get slightly dim, like the sun had just went behind a cloud. This sensation would last a few minutes at most, then when it passed the worker could start the mower again.
If you ever go to Osceola, IA and you want to check this out, go to the side of the cemetery that's east of the dividing road. On the south side of this area, look for a cluster of much older graves beneath a stand of trees. If I remember correctly, there were a number of those unmarked children graves, where the stone (gypsum?) is so weathered you can't read the engraving any longer.
Last time I was there I sort of sidled close to the area, but didn't actually walk among the graves. I love supposedly true ghost stories, but even better love them to happen to other people.