I recently went on a date in a cemetery. A picnic, in fact. And it was delightful.
I’ll stop you before you get too far down the road of thinking that myself, or the man, are the macabre sort, with a weird interest in the deceased.
Visiting cemeteries, especially in the month of November, is a Catholic thing to do.
And the aforementioned man and I are both very Catholic.
And, further, picnicking in cemeteries was once a fashionable thing to do.
During the 19th and early 20th centuries, graveyards across America, Europe, and parts of Asia and the Mediterranean, were full of the still-breathing general public.
An internet search of picnics in cemeteries will produce an abundance of black-and-white photographs, of these graveyard get-togethers. Continue reading