Welcome to project 365. This writer of ghost stories, mother of two, and wife to the Professor, aka "Ghost Hunk" (for 18 years), finds inspiration everyday, even if she sometimes forgets. So for the next year, I will document these little epiphanies, whether it's a bug on the windshield or some brilliant, breathless moment in this crazy life or something in between.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Day 42


Of course I could never leave Savannah without stopping at Colonial Park Cemetery and visiting a few souls, especially the more curious ones.  As history would have it, the Union Soldier who slept in the cemetery during their campaign in the South had a little fun with some of the headstones.  This is a likely example.  If you'll notice, young Josiah Muir died at the tender age of 11, leaving a 17-year-old wife and a 12-year-old son who died 17 days later.  Those rascally rebels...

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