In memory

It was good to fit in a decent bit of a walk this afternoon. It was cloudy and not too warm, so perfect walking conditions. I lodged some money and paid some bills, all of which took me on a round-the-block trek which left me well exercised when I got back home.

I've passed by this fenced-in churchy thing several times before, but never examined it up close. It looks strange, perched up on its little height in its little grassy area next door to the T-place supermarket, and it's even more strange up close. If it was a church it was a very small one, and they had very strange customs when it came to erecting gravestones. There are stones on either side of both of the walls which are left standing, which suggests there were graves both inside and outside the original space.

Strange also is the way in which the gravestones seem to be as much a memorial to the people who erected them as to the people they commemorate. This one reads:

This Stone was erected by
MICHAEL SHEA coachsmith
of the City of Dublin in Memory
of his beloved Father
JAMES SHEA who departed
this life June the 7th 1818
Aged 74 Years
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also two of his Children
ELIZ and ELEN SHEA
Who died Young.