The architecture of this place was amazing. I love these old homes, but would hate the upkeep! =) Everything rusts and molds like crazy because of the heat and humidity!
This cemetery was part of the "ghosts in the graveyard" tour that I took the previous evening. The storyteller had a wonderful southern charm was great at storytelling, but I was more interested in the stories than scared. He stopped at this risen graven (to the left) and explained about about the different styles of graves, risen, vaults, etc. This particular grave belongs to 3 brothers, 3, 5, and 8 years old when they died within 10 days of each other back in 1870-something. They were buried one on top of the other. That was so sad, but what really gets me are the tiny headstones with only initials or one date. Babies. It reminds me of a story that my friend Tory had me read called "Mrs Mike". In the story, one lady was telling Mrs Mike about her first family. It was common in that time to have an entire family wiped out, and you would just begin again. Unfathomable to me.
Again with the history. This open air market (you can't see it here, it is to the right of the picture) has been in operation since the 1700s. A brick building with long tables where you can come and display your wears. At the end of the market is the Old Slave Market where they sold slaves. The building is in the process of renovation, so you can't go inside, but I couldn't help imagine the horrors of the time. An important piece of history, to be sure.
And of course, the reason for the trip. Congratulations Mr and Mrs Scott Arra!!!
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