ioneer Woman did such a great job with her goose that I decided to give it a try. These are photos that I took at my great grandparents’ gravesite last year. I used Overcooked and Gum Bichromate Print, Photoshop Actions from rawimage…altered a bit. Click on thumbnails to view full-sized images.

 

Original

 

Overcooked - Altered

 

Gum Bichromate Print

 

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The following are inscriptions from tombstones (courtesy of my Cambria County Genealogy listserv)

Harry Edsel Smith of Albany

Born 1903–Died 1942.

Looked up the elevator shaft to see

if the car was on the way down.

It was.

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In a Thurmont, Maryland cemetery:

Here lies an Atheist,

all dressed up

and no place to go.

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On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia:

Here lies Ezekial Aikle

Age 102

Only the Good Die Young

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In a London, England cemetery:

Here lies Ann Mann

who lived an old maid

but died an old Mann

Dec. 8, 1767

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In a Ribbesford, England cemetery:

Anna Wallace

The children of Israel wanted bread

and the Lord sent them manna

Clark Wallace wanted a wife,

and the Devil sent him Anna

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In a Ruidoso, New Mexico cemetery:

Here lies Johnny Yeast

Pardon me for not rising

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A lawyer’s epitaph in England:

Sir John Strange

Here lies an honest lawyer

and that is Strange

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In a Uniontown, Pennsylvania cemetery:

Here lies the body of Jonathan Blake

Stepped on the gas

instead of the brake

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In a Silver City, Nevada cemetery:

Here lays The Kid.

We planted him raw.

He was quick on the trigger

But slow on the draw.

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John Penny’s epitaph in the Wimborne, England cemetery:

Reader, if cash thou art in want of any, dig six feet deep and thou wilt find a Penny.

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In a Hartscombe, England cemetery:

On the 22nd of June,

Jonathan Fiddle

went out of

tune.

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Anna Hopewell’s grave in Enosburg Falls, Vermont:

Here lies the body of our Anna,

Done to death by a banana.

It wasn’t the fruit that laid her low,

But the skin of the thing that made her go.

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On a grave from the 1880s in Nantucket, Massachusetts:

Under the sod and under the trees,

lies the body of Jonathan Pease.

He is not here, there’s only the pod.

Pease shelled out and went to God.

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In a cemetery in England:

Remember man, as you walk by,

as you are now, so once was I.

As I am now, so shall you be.

Remember this and follow me.

To which someone replied by writing on the tombstone:

To follow you, I’ll not consent

until I know which way you went.