Leeville

I grew up in a little town.  This cemetery was not too far from my house.  I know it sounds strange, but I used to play there often...nothing disrespectful, just looking at all the old graves, taking a paper and crayon and rubbing over paper to make an imprint of the different stones.  There is  a back part of this cemetery that has unmarked stones where slaves were buried.  My parents have plots here and my husband and I hope to get a plot, although it may be full by now. Lots of history here.  We made a trip up this weekend and went for a brief stop.  This magnolia tree would have so many stories to tell if it could.