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They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad to realize that I'm going to miss mine by just a few days. . .
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Dear cemetery enthusiast,
I am a Taphophile.
Taphophilia is a passion for and enjoyment of cemeteries involving photography, art, and history of (famous) deaths.
Are you interested in where history ends?
I have been interested in grave hunting since my teens. Someone told me where Sharon Tate was buried at Holy Cross Cemetery in Culver City, CA and while I was there, I stumbled on Rita Hayworth nearby so I started looking around and discovered Bing Crosby and a few others in the same area. I went to the office and asked about the famous people I found and they gave me a printed celebrity list. The fun of finding these people and learning their history became a great love. I hope I never lose that feeling.
I am a believer in "shoot first, ask questions later" headstone photography. You will make amazing discoveries that way.
Never rush a visit to a cemetery, take your time and enjoy walking the rows. Better to cover less ground and see it well, and come back another day. And remember, they aren't going to get any deader, they'll be there waiting for you next time.
No graver left behind! Hunting alone is entirely peaceful, and relaxing, but what if you stumble across JOE BLOW (which I have), that's a moment that MUST be shared. So keep your fellow grave hunters within ear shot so they won't miss it!
The Graveyard Rabbit
By Frank Lebby Stanton
IN the white moonlight, where the willow waves,
He halfway gallops among the graves—
A tiny ghost in the gloom and gleam,
Content to dwell where the dead men dream,
But wary still!
For they plot him ill;
For the graveyard rabbit hath a charm
(May God defend us!) to shield from harm.
Over the shimmering slabs he goes—
Every grave in the dark he knows;
But his nest is hidden from human eye
Where headstones broken on old graves lie.
Wary still!
For they plot him ill;
For the graveyard rabbit, though sceptics scoff,
Charmeth the witch and the wizard off!
The black man creeps, when the night is dim,
Fearful, still, on the track of him;
Or fleetly follows the way he runs,
For he heals the hurts of the conjured ones.
Wary still!
For they plot him ill;
The soul’s bewitched that would find release,—
To the graveyard rabbit go for peace!
He holds their secret—he brings a boon
Where winds moan wild in the dark o’ the moon;
And gold shall glitter and love smile sweet
To whoever shall sever his furry feet!
Wary still!
For they plot him ill;
For the graveyard rabbit hath a charm
(May God defend us!) to shield from harm.
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