Rosalina Canto was born on July 11th 1900... When Rosalina was born, William McKinley occupied the Oval Office while serving as the 25th United States President...... .
Rosalina Canto sits completely alone in a quiet part of the cemetery... The staining on her Monument was very deep and restoration took some time to take hold... We have no information on Rosalina but she died in October of 1918 which was the height of the Spanish Flu pandemic... It began all across the globe when troops from all sides huddled in wet and muddy trenches in unthinkable conditions... More Soldiers died from the "Spanish Flu" during the first World War than in actual combat...The height of this pandemic took place in the fall of 1918 as the war was coming to an end and peace was in sight... The disease spread throughout the population whereas under normal circumstances the flu was most problematic for the elderly and very young but this particular strain was so powerful it took people of every age group and did not discriminate... Rosalina died at just 18 years old on October 29th 1918... Specifically here in Tampa and in this particular Cemetery there are countless people of all ages who died in the month of October... The pandemic was at its peak... It took Rosalina too... Rosalina Canto...Beloved Daughter... Before & After... #tampa#daugher#family#tampabay#bayarea#history#historic#cemetery#gravestone#tombstone#graveyard_life#graveyard#florida#monument#restoration#sunshinestate#unitedstates#america#american#worldwar1#worldwarI#spsnishflu#president#epidemic#cemetary#photography#beautiful#beauty
The Shelton Graves, along the Appalachian Trail. There are many times on the AT, you come across memorials, tombstones, and dedications to those that came before. These quiet sites, so far isolated, give a sobering realization: For all the stories we weave, what will our legacy be boiled down to, when we die? For all of our experiences, what will they fit on our epitaph?
Well I have to trim it (💇🏻♂️🤦🏻♂️👨🏻) all up tomorrow. I have grown attached. Anyways I report to Ft Campbell to finish out the transition process. Everybody say some prayers that this is a speedy process. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • #tombstonetuesday#tombstone#docholliday#mustache#saywhen
● ● Another full ashtray And the sun has burned the clouds away Leaving no shadows to hide behind This over exposed morning It's December No kind of month for melanoma I miss you I miss the nostalgia of us What we were supposed to be Santa is on vacation And the trees are burning in Los Angeles All the gift-wrapped ribbons Wisps of flames And trails of smoke in the Santa Anas Still it's cold here And memories do little to warm a soul So hollow and void I fill with black lung And caffeinated fuel Because thin blood flows smoothly But freezes with the first frost I'm drowning in my mother's ashes Thinking about dad Chopping chicken heads and wood For dinner And the baby calf that died Momma always said Hugging that calf made me sick In the heart And in the head She scolds me from beyond you know An echo of a lifetime not so far away Do as I say, not as I do And I don't I can't I won't I won't I will stay for love like she did For responsibility For my word My vow My marred integrity I will stay And molt grey sacrificial embers That I pray Mean something Anything When the dust blows away When the wind settles And I'll say I learned it from you mom I learned it from watching you Maybe there's a place for that calf in a human heaven And we can all have our families Although I already know they've both been reborn Somewhere in this world Or another Enjoying life again And as happy as that thought is I still fucking miss us -careless ● #poet#poets#poetsofig#poetry#poetryisdead#igpoetry#igwriters#poems#poetic#tombstone#taphophile#cemetery#darkwaters#igpoppoetry#graveyard#wordporn#darkpoetry#indiepoet#wordsmith#wordgasm#poem#igpoetsociety#poetryofig#drunkpoetsociety#meandmyshovel#cursedwithwords
“In memory of Mrs. Betsey McCray, wife of Mr. Calvin McCray, who died Sept 17th 1814 aged 45 years. Farewel my children & my partner dear, If all on earth could keep me here, I would be be my love for you, ? Jesus calls my soul away, ? forbids A longer stay, my dearest friends Adieu.” — Ellington Center Cemetery