Ghosts in the graveyard

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“Are you lonely, Margaretta?”

It’s an October Friday evening in North Wilmington, Delaware, and there’s a beautiful, bright full moon. My daughter is holding dowsing rods standing in front of the gravestone of Margaretta Lloyd, who departed this world at age 21, and asks the question. A carved rose on the gravestone  – not quite in bloom – signifies a life cut short. Read the rest of this entry »

Jackpot: Newark Union Burial Ground

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Not necessarily a word you’d associate with cemeteries. But this one was such a magical find, it conveys exactly the way I felt when I stumbled upon Newark Union Cemetery. Read the rest of this entry »

Musket fire in a colonial cemetery

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It’s been raining in Delaware, probably for 40 days and 40 nights, so the amount of time I’ve spent hanging out in graveyards has been directly proportional to the amount of mud my little Honda and white Keds can handle.

But I’ve had the itch to go exploring, so I set out during a break in the rain on the morning of July 4th to check out Coffee Run Cemetery near Hockessin—an appropriate spot for the day, since Coffee Run is the site of what was Delaware’s oldest Catholic Church and part of Delaware’s early Catholic history. Read the rest of this entry »