#granary burying ground

[scholarofgloom]

[ouiouixmonami]

📍 Granary Burying Ground

[wandering-cemeteries]

"This tomb is the property of Elizabeth Hickling and Mary Hooten, heirs of Deac. John Lee"

Granary Burying Ground, Boston. 2014

[rabbitcruiser]

John Hancock became the first Governor of Massachusetts on October 25, 1780.

[biggestsimponhere]

Be safe

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➻ Synopsis: The second challenge of panic you watch your boyfriend dangle 50ft in the air and almost die, this includes your reaction, how he calms you down and also everyone else’s reaction to finding out dodge has a partner (not very much of the latter)

➻ Requests are always welcome!!!

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Panic. It’s a stupid game really, at least, it is to you. You thought watching your boyfriend jump into the lake from the high point was scary but it was nothing compared to this. The Granary. The challenge, walk across the metal beam between the two towers, it sounds simple enough except for the fact that the beam is clearly highly unstable. Drew goes, Shawna goes, Ray goes, Heather goes. Then dodges name gets called, you tense beside him but try not to show any emotions.

He heads up and starts walking like it’s just another day and he’s walking down the sidewalk. A green light just barely visible from where you’re standing shines up towards dodge, he falls, barely hanging onto the beam with one hand. Fifty feet. Fifty feet in the air. You hold back the scream of his name that wants to come out. He looks down then back up before he’s swinging his other arm to grab the beam too. He swings back up onto the beam skilfully. As soon as he’s across he’s down the ladder and walking fast.

You can tell where’s he’s going and you wouldn’t normally stop him but right now you can’t help it. “Dodge” He stops at the sound of your voice, he softens slightly, just barely visible. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around him. A few gasps come from the others but he ignores them all in favour of tightening his arms around you and burying his face in your hair. Sirens sound as police cars roll into the area. Someone shouts and everyone takes off. Dodge pulls you and heather off behind something before he sees natalie twist her ankle.

The three of you run over and help natalie up and into the forest. We run till we can get far enough to let natalie sit down. Dodge checks over her ankle to make sure nothings broken, you can’t help the twist of jealousy in your gut as she looks at him. They joke around for a minute as dodge makes her a makeshift wrap.

Natalie’s eyes drift from dodge to you. “So… i didn’t know you guys were together” You look down slightly embarrassed that you let the secret out.

“Yeah we were uh keeping it under wraps” Dodge answers as he moves from the ground to your side. Then Heather walks back over to tell Natalie that Bishop is on his way to get them.

The two leave soon after and dodge leads you out of the woods and down a side street to his car. He gets in the drivers seat and you slide into the passengers seat. You stare out the window as he starts the car and drives. You don’t say anything, the shock of the whole thing not having left your system.

“Do you want to come to mine or go to yours?” He asks, it’s a simple question but you’re still not sure how to answer. You don’t want to leave him but you also just want to curl up in your bed and cry.

“I-… i want to come home with you” You say quietly. He turns and looks at you as you continue looking out the window. He pulls the car to the side of the road.

“Look at me” He says softly, you turn slightly. He hooks a finger under your chin and turns your face towards him fully. The tear streaks are obvious on your face, he wipes them away softly, touching you like you’re delicate.

“What’s going on?” He asks even though he knows exactly what it is. You frown, he almost died and he’s seriously asking what’s wrong. “You’re really asking me that” He sighs, he knew that was coming. “I’m okay baby” He murmured as he rubbed your cheek softly. You nod, you know he’s okay but that doesn’t stop the ache in your chest.

“Come here” He coaxes you out of your seat. You climb over the compartment in the middle and into his lap. He holds you against his chest. You curl against him. You mutter something under your breath that he can’t quite make out. He hums and asks you to say it louder.

“You almost died” You say quietly as if saying it louder would make it happen. “I didn’t” he leans down and kisses your forehead. You breathe a little easier as you burrow further into his warmth.

“let’s get home baby” he says into your hair, you move out of his lap and he drives to his house. You go straight in passing his mom and sister in the living room and going to his bedroom. You practically collapse on his bed and you can hear him talking to them but you don’t know what he’s saying. He comes in a few minutes after and changes into his pajamas.

“Do you want something comfier to sleep in? Jeans aren’t the best for sleep” He says as he digs through his drawer. You nod and he passes you a tshirt and a pair of his sleep shorts. You change and climb back into bed, he follows. The two of you practically meld together. “I know you’re scared but i can do it” He murmurs into your neck. “I know you can i just- i can’t lose you” You bury yourself in him, almost like you wish you could crawl into him.

He softens at your tone and pulls you closer. “You won’t lose me. I promise” he presses a soft kiss to your hair before the two of you drift off.

[marzipanandminutiae]

Hi Marzi!

I'm visiting Boston for the first time in a couple weeks! I was wondering if you had some recommendations for museums for another goth historical fashion minded person? Or neat cemeteries? I'd love to hear your preferences instead of a google search, if you would like to share. Thanks!

Cemeteries! We've got 'em. Highlights include King's Chapel, the Granary Burying Ground, Copp's Hill, the one on the Common, and Mount Auburn if you have time to get out into Cambridge. King's Chapel and Old North also have crypts, if you can get a tour thereof. THey do offer them; I just don't know the schedule.

Go see the Fashioning Sargent exhibit at the MFA, which is all about the clothing used in the famous Gilded Age portraits of John Singer Sargent, and the MFA in general. The Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum is also amazing. Can't recommend the Gibson House enough- a house museum from 1860, and the perfect backdrop for goth photoshoots (just be nice to the tour guide and don't lag behind!). Not sure if the Nichols House is open year-round; I know Otis isn't, which is a pity. Those are both late 18th-early 19th century.

Check out the Public Library, too. The interior is incredible. Wander Beacon Hill soaking up the historical beauty. Try to get to Sewfisticated in Somerville for excellent deals on natural-fiber fabrics; you'll thank me when you get there, plus there's a four-story antique mall nearby. And in my opinion, Tatte has the best hot chocolate in the city.

Enjoy!

[swforester]

Granary Burying Ground established 1660.

Boston MA 4/28/23

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granary burying ground, boston

[faithandarisadventures]

Paul Revere's Grave March 9, 2024 Granary Burying Ground Boston, Massachusetts

[tortoisesshells]

Perspective Flip for the last fic you were really excited about and didn't get to talk about enough!

This is a little bit of a cheat - it's a Perspective Flip of something that hasn't happened yet in Customs (and, frankly, I'm not sure I'm ever getting there at the rate I've been writing) and it's ... not that upbeat, for a wedding. I suppose that has something to do with the whole "there's a war on" "there's that whole murder thing" and "no magic bullet for personal problems"?

Decades ago, when Boston was a different place, no man would sell or give a parcel so that the Church of England might set foot on good Puritan land – this, Nellie told herself, such flowers as could be found in October in hand, hesitating on Tremont Street the morning of her second marriage. This was why the King’s Chapel had had to be built on what public land could be peaceably given – and, however querulous the dead of this plot had been in life, they were in no position to contest old Governor Andros’s decree of a half-century past. If there was a world beyond this one, Nellie had sometimes thought old Winthrop must have been enraged to share his eternal rest with what he'd crossed an ocean to escape, but nothing had ever stayed the same in Boston –

An object lesson. Nellie Treat could not remain as she was, either.

She did not think about walking through the dead towards her new life – just as she could not think that she had walked past the new Granary and the burying ground and fixed her gaze on the dirty street rather than look for Samuel’s headstone – that she would have to halt and apologize for what she was about to do, that she had gone on as his widow as long as she could. She had gritted her teeth and walked along with her family attending, and tell herself that these were no particularly bad omens. Aunt and Uncle Bendish had been married here, at King's Chapel, and gone on to live happily and prosperously.

She breathed deeply, bracing herself. Aunt B put her hand under her elbow, and quietly called her name, and when Nellie swore it was only the expected kind of nerves, kissed her cheek and wished her happiness. Polly and Sam, ambivalent about the idea of a step-father at the best of times, followed behind the Bendishes like ducklings in a stream – it was not painless, but as she had reasoned over the past three weeks, all other options were worse.

Inside – but Nellie hesitated here a moment, too –

Inside, King’s Chapel was better attended than she would have expected – whether it was Commodore Norrington’s prominence, or the curiosity of her neighbors that had filled the pews, she couldn’t say. Certainly at least one gossip had accidentally let slip within her family’s hearing that some suspected Nellie had gotten herself in the family way – that stung, but as Newport has said much the same thing about her marriage to Samuel Treat, she at least had old habits of equanimity to fall back on. She tried to imagine that her doubts underfoot as she walked to her place before the altar, as easily crushed as maggots and other insects – smiled up at James, splendidly dressed and fitting in this place, as much as she feared she was not – and breathed a calm, deliberate sigh. He is my partner – she told herself – this is safety.

He took her hand. The rector read the ceremony. Her mind wandered. It was not as it had been, thirteen or fourteen years before. There was more pomp to the Church of England’s service, she noted idly – some shade of her life to come; she had little idea what James Norrington was thinking, as he had done what he always did when under scrutiny – gone still and impassive as a statue. Samuel, she remembered, had winked at her when the minister had not been looking at them – a badly need buoy to a girl of nineteen who had been shaking in her mended petticoats. Her new dress, the finest thing she had ever owned, felt more like armor than anything else – she wondered, vaguely, if James felt the same way about his ridiculously ornamented coat. She had been assuming so – but, Lord, wearing his pride as armor seemed a dangerous business.

When it was over, Nellie wrung the nerves from her hands before she trusted herself to sign the license – and then, legally and in the eyes of God, Elinor Coggeshall Treat ceased to exist.

[nickdewolfarchive]

Boston, Massachusetts June 1968

Children Granary Burying Ground

Photograph by Nick DeWolf https://www.flickr.com/photos/dboo/31647859546

#photography #film #35mm #bw #blackandwhite #boston #massachusetts #tremontstreet #people #children #graveyard #cemetery #1960s

[wandering-cemeteries]

"Here Lyes the Body of Mr. Nathaniel Shannon Aged 68 years Died August The 27th 1723"

Plaque reads: He was born in 1655-settled in Boston in 1687- was naval officer of the port of Boston from 1701 to 1723-Became a member of the Old South Church in 1701.

Granary Burying Ground.

Boston, Massachusetts.

Aug. 2014

[rabbitcruiser]

Visit A Cemetery Day

Visit a Cemetery Day is a holiday that takes place every last Sunday in October. This year it falls on October 29. It is a day that allows us to honor the life of those who are gone. It is a chance to admit that, though they’re no longer physically with us, we still have them in our memories. It is a day when people go to the gravesite of friends and families who have left this world. On Visit a Cemetery Day, many choose to redecorate the gravesite of their loved ones. Many other activities give life to this holiday as well.

History of Visit A Cemetery Day

The culture of visiting gravesites and cemeteries predates most modern cultures, and it has been a way of life of humans since ancient times. A cemetery is more than a collection of gravesites and headstones. It is a place for deep reflection and connecting. It is not a lonely place where you can’t learn anything. It is a place of meditation, where you get to reflect on the memories you shared with those who have left us. The headstones also contain messages about the people we cherish and are worth reading. It is usually a wisdom quote that captures the essence of life, and it can be inspiring.

Visit a Cemetery Day reminds us that we’re not entirely disconnected from those who have left this physical world. The memories they left remain with us, and we can cherish them as much as possible. We can also reminisce on the times we spent together and how they have helped us get to where we are today.

Visiting a cemetery is also sometimes a gathering affair where people come together to honor the departed. This is done for soldiers who died in battle and also victims of casualties. The essence of it all is to remember them for the good they’ve done and honor the memory we have of them. This is why cemeteries are generally known as memorial parks, emphasizing the memories left behind by the dead.

Visit A Cemetery Day timeline

7 A.D. Burial Under Church Control

The church handles burial services and takes charge of burying the dead in Europe.

1797 First Chartered Burial Ground

The State of Connecticut incorporates a new cemetery in New Haven.

1800s Company and Municipally Owned

Cemeteries not owned by the church become more popular and accepted.

1860s Tribute to Fallen Soldiers

Americans visit the graves of fallen soldiers to place flowers and honor them.

Visit A Cemetery Day FAQs

Can you observe from a private gravesite?

Yes, you can observe this solemn holiday from a private graveyard.

How can you decorate a gravestone?

The gravestone can have carvings and inscriptions. Also, you can bring flowers occasionally to beautify the place.

What if the gravesite is far away?

You can observe a solemn time with friends to honor the dead, even when their resting place is far away.

How to Observe Visit A Cemetery Day

Visit the burial place of loved ones

Decorate the gravesites

Have a picnic with family and friends

On this solemn holiday, you can visit the burial place of dear ones who have departed. It helps us honor the memory they left behind.

You can bring flowers and other ornaments to beautify the burial place of the departed. By doing so, we remind ourselves that the dead deserve respect too.

You can have a quiet time with family and friends. It is a time to reflect and share stories about those who have left us.

5 Facts About Cemeteries

Epitaphs are a great source of knowledge

Most gravestones face east

Meaningful carvings are common

Cemeteries are sometimes multipurpose

Number of graves on an acre

Apart from being words of hope, epitaphs are also known to convey vital information.

Many gravestones in the world face east, mostly to acknowledge the rising sun.

Several gravestones have very meaningful carvings.

Sometimes, cemeteries feature other things like art, historical artifacts, and museums.

An acre of land can occupy close to 2,000 graves.

Why Visit A Cemetery Day is Important

To honor the dead

Understand life better

Helps to remember the dead

On this special holiday, we get to honor those who have gone before us. It is good to cherish the memories they left behind.

When we visit the cemetery, we get a better insight into life and appreciate that we must cherish it.

On Visit a Cemetery Day, we get to recall the times we spent with departed loved ones. We remember all the things they’ve done for us and the memories we shared.

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[olivefall]

Samuel Adams at The Granary Burying Ground, Boston.

[locustheologicus]

The Freedom Trail in Boston

My family took a trip to Boston and part of what we wanted to do is to explore our national history by going through the freedom trail. I have always loved the rich complexity of our American history and Boston certainly has much to teach us. I highly recommend this walk. Besides the first picture of the family the pictures shows the monument dedicated to the battle of Bunker Hill, the USS Constitution, the Old North Church, me on the USS Constitution, Feneuil Hall and famous Quincy Market behind it, the Old State House (site of the Boston Massacre), Old South Meeting House, and the Granary Burying Ground where Paul Revere, Samuel Adam’s and John Hancock are buried (pic shows John Hancock’s burial). These are just 10 pics taken from our walk, Tumblr only allows 10.

I like to say a rich complexity because our history is exactly that. As an example I want to share the narrative that a tour we bumped into offered regarding the Boston Massacre (photo 8). It has been taught to us as an oppressive act of violence by organized British soldiers while history records the actual event differently. We heard about the abusive conflict between an apparently drunk apprentice named Edward Gerrick and British private Hugh White. We learned about the unfortunate escalation that should have been avoided. It is well documented by the Jamestown-Yorktown Foundation Museum. The event itself may not have been as morally one sided as we Americans would describe it but another element to this story is that the Bostonians at this time were facing real and perceived challenges that allowed them to make interpret the situation as they did, an oppressive British occupation.

History always has much to teach us. As we approached Boston Commons we ran into a Trump Rally that was happening in front of the Massachusetts State House. If patriotism is a value we share then we Americans should take it upon ourselves to appreciate our story, our history, and the origins of our own values and cultural traditions. But we need to do this with our eyes wide open so we can appreciate the lessons that we need to learn. Yes official history is written by winners, but when people suffer you will always find a counter narrative that never goes away. Evidently Trump’s America (who I call the anti-federalist) perceives certain social challenges and have organized around these. Those of us on the other side (who I call federalist and social democrats) witness another reality and see a very different narrative but are not able to organize in the same way. People talk of unity but the lesson of the Boston Massacre is that such unity is impossible with an openness and understanding of the other.

We are witnessing a dramatic shift in our own political system, we have seen this with the Republican Party since 2008. The Democratic Party will need to also adapt to a new reality, we see social democrats making their initial suggestions but whether or not they are capable of working together remains to be seen. Will we be able to come together or are we beyond any authentic sense of reconciliation, that may very well be the question that we must all ponder.

In so doing I suggest that all American, who believe in the promise of America and the values she has, should immerse ourselves openly with her story and assess how we can best continue the experiment that began almost 250 years ago.

[stonewallsposts]

2024 New England: Thursday Oct 17

We were hoping we’d be able to see the sunrise from our hotel room, but we were both up early, so we decided to head back to the Fort Allen park and see it for sure from there. We were not disappointed.

Then headed over to Holy Donuts for a delicious blueberry (gotta have blueberries in Maine) donut and an espresso from Speckled Ax Coffee.

After that, we packed up our stuff, checked out, and headed south towards Boston, stopping at a Maine lighthouse in Fort Williams Park.

Then we resumed our course towards Boston,

but first stopped off in Saugus, Massachusetts, just north of the city, for a Kelly’s Roast Beef.

Kelly’s is a chain that makes roast beef sandwiches, and it was recommended as something to try in Boston. They’re on par with Arby’s, but hey, had to try one. I also accidentally dumped the plastic tray in the trash can but wasn’t about to try to fish it outta there.

I knew beforehand that Boston had a decent metro system, so we decided to ditch the car when we got into the city. We drove straight to Boston Logan, dropped off the car, and then there is a shuttle that takes you from the rental car area to the metro station. We got to the hotel, citizenM, around 2p and were able to get in straight away. The room was tiny, but very stylish.

We headed out to the Boston Commons, a central park area where the ‘Freedom Trail’ starts.

This trail, just like in Providence, connects lots of historically important sites. But, of course, Boston, much more than Providence, has some of the most famous and recognizable sites in our nation’s early history.

The Massachusetts State house

The Park Street Church. This church was founded in 1809, so after the revolution and start of our country.

Granary Burying Ground- this cemetery was founded in 1660 and contains the graves of Paul Revere, Samuel Adams, John Hancock, and Robert Paine.

Kings Chapel and the Boston Latin School/Ben Franklin Statue.- Kings Chapel was a loyalist stronghold and many of its members left after 1776. The Boston Latin School is the oldest public school in the US, established in 1635. Ben Franklin attended the school.

The Old Corner Bookstore- home to 1800s publishing giant Ticknor and Fields, and the meeting place of authors like Longfellow, Emerson, Hawthorne, Dickens and Oliver Wendell Holmes. The historic building still exists, but is now home to the old corner Chipotle.

The Old South Meeting House- is an old church built in 1729, famous for being the organizing point for the Boston Tea Party.

The Old State House- the oldest surviving public building, built in 1713. This was the seat of the Colonial government. Just outside is the site of the Boston Massacre, (where the crowd of people is)

and the Declaration of Independence was read from its balcony on July 18, 1776.

The lower floor now serves as an entrance to the South Metro station on the Orange line. Gotta pay the rent somehow, right?

We walked back to the hotel from here, but passed several of the other historic sites like Faneuil Hall on the way back.

That evening we ate at the Union Oyster House, the oldest restaurant still operating in Boston, opened in 1824.

The restaurant is a step back in time.

We sat next to the Kennedy’s booth.

One of the things on my list of foods to try in Boston was Boston Broiled Scrod, so I had that.

Fat and happy, we waddled back to the hotel and crashed for the night.