Monday, February 28, 2011

Frances Street Cemetery By Night

There is a devil in me that sometimes yells to be let out. After provoking discussion of the cemetery all I could think during a recent lunch break was that taking some pictures at night would be just the thing. I positively bounded onto the Bonneville and rode half a dozen blocks from the Police station. It was just after one in the morning.The cemetery debate continues apace with the sexton holding the line against opening the secondary gate on Frances Street. For cyclists and pedestrians crossing the center of Old Town this closure has spoiled a pleasant short cut through the cemetery's park like setting. The sexton says people entering from Frances Street have disrupted funerals. Closing the gate an hour before a funeral has been suggested as the obvious solution to the dilemma, and I thought I read something in the paper's Citizen's Voice column to the effect that without fanfare the Frances Street Gate is once again open during the day.I don't even know what "letter boxing" might be but the reference in the lower sign to "our families" puts the nature of the problem of access front and center. For some the cemetery is a pleasant diversion; for others it is a family tomb. A few years ago the stout new fencing was put up around the cemetery in an effort to close the place properly after hours. Many of the sections have commercial and family sponsors.The newspaper reported the Historical Society is raising several thousand dollars to help make repairs in the cemetery. Many of the graves are in a state of disrepair and supporters of greater access to the cemetery cite that as a reason to allow greater access. I like the cemetery as it is, shabby perhaps but full of sentiment and history. A crisply maintained cemetery would not be nearly as atmospheric, and as money dries up everywhere one wonders why more need be spent on the portion of the population that feels it's lack the least...I had started out planning to circumnavigate the cemetery on foot but as always happens at night, setting up the camera for each picture and several trial-and-error attempts to take each picture cut down on the available time. This next picture was a ten second exposure with the camera balanced on the fence.This next picture took better advantage of the light from the street lamps.This was an eight second exposure of a typical above ground vault. The usual below ground burials are not possible in Key West which, like New Orleans, suffers from an excessively high water table. Go down three feet and your buried coffins would be floating. So they go above ground much to visitors' delight.I am not given to believing in a hereafter or the supernatural. Every time the subject comes up and I allow my lack of belief I am reliably informed it is most likely owing to my skepticism that I have never had a supernatural experience. Which is as may be, but whether or not spirits and ghosts and all that stuff exist or not, I like cemeteries in general, I enjoy the peace and quiet and the Key West cemetery is among the best to simply look at and enjoy.Perhaps it was a hobgoblin that interfered with my last picture which I took over and over again fiddling with the focal point but that never quite came into focus properly. Perhaps I should have made a sacrifice of something valuable (the Bonneville?) to appease the spirits? Maybe but I stuck with what I got in the time allowed and hustled on back to work.

8 comments:

Jack Riepe said...

Dear Conchscooter:

It's not too early to think of the hereafter. Should your belief in that "once it's over it's over" remain with you at the moment of life's last transition, kindly have your ashes sent to me for "burial at sea" in Pennsylvania. This is made possible through liquified interment via a device in the smallest room in the house. Your ashes will be returned to the "soul" of the earth through the porcelean Congressional suggestion box, by simply pulling a lever.

There is a $50 charge for this, which you might lust want to send to me now.

Fondest regards,
Jack • reep • Toad
Twisted Roads

Anonymous said...

I was going to fire off a witty piece of satire re: final resting places until I received notification that one of my work colleagues died due to complications following a routine surgery Friday. Not feeling as crisp on the subject as earlier.

As far as the afterlife goes, I'm looking forward to the next time a group of Jehovas Witnesses come a knocking.

You see - JW's belieeve there are a set number of spaces in Heaven. Interestingly, there are more JW's than spaces; the solution (according to the faithful) is to go on missionary trips to gather more converts to the cause. Supposedly this improves your chances of getting one of the coveted seats in the afterlife.

The pragmatist in me sees a conundrum - why would one seek to dilute the probability of immortal bliss? Or worse yet - if one converts a divine individual who is far more effective in missionary pursuits - does this push one's name further 'down the list'? It would really suck to invite someone into the fold, only to have one's wife/son/daughter booted from the their heavenly treasure as a result.

I think the JW's have figured out I'm gonna aske these questions, as they avoid my house like the plague.

Forever faithful on Fleming,

Chuck.

Jack Riepe said...

Dear Chuck:

I deeply rgret the loss of your friend and colleague. I can assure you that your good friends would never want you to pass up a good joke, or feel sad on their account.

My sympathies.

Sincerely,
Jack Riepe
Twisted Roads

Orin said...

Chuck, let me add my sympathies regarding the loss of your friend.

When I was hospitalized to have my toes removed, I was asked if I wanted to be revived should I stop breathing or if my heart stops. I said "no," which oddly enough sent the docs and nurses into a tizzy (if they didn't like the answer, they shouldn't have asked the question...). I pointed out that given the nature of the procedure, if they screwed up so badly that I ended up flatlining, I'm probably better off dead. I read somewhere that the self-styled "Best Healthcare System On Earth™" screws up more often than any other. I hate to think that might have happened to Chuck's friend.

I've long believed the end will be something along the lines of "fade/cut to black and roll the credits." When accosted by those who wish to save my soul, I've always such people in the eye and said, "the prospect of having to spend eternity with people like you actually makes Hell sound like a much more appealing place."

__Orin
Scootin' Old Skool
46°F and sunny in Bellingham!

Anonymous said...

The best healthcare system in the world is one which allows you the
patient to survive and be able to continues your own life's journey whatever it may be.

Patient charts probably still have a notation marked "DNR" which implies do not resuscitate. Assuming a problem or a coronary thrombosis or any myriad of other
dealy problems.

The more modern and perhaps
more gentle phrase coming into
view is "AND," allow Natural Death.

No heroics, no getting the paddles going none of that.

Life is what we make it, here and now and if that includes
viewing above ground burial vaults due to a high water table, so be it.

Obvious the reading value of Cochscooter's writings almost make me wish he'd do a book of some sort about KeyWest. To this northerner who may well never venture over the international boundry between the uSA and Canada (for various reasons)
seeing there is much more to
Key West, than mile marker one and the end of the overseas
railways. Flagler or at least his railway really would have
been in vogue these days. Imagine taking the train with perhaps dome passenger cars to
the closest land mass to Cuba.
Why we could extend the AutoTrain, but only for the transport of proper British built Triumph motorcycles!

Anonymous said...

Seems like letterboxing refers to a treasure hunt type activity involving log books, rubber stamps and clues posted on the internet.

Anonymous said...

The gentleman in question had an operation on his neck to relieve chronic pain. He had been on blood thinners due to a stent installation some years back; he was taken off them for the procedure. The procedure went off without a hitch - he was in the hospital for a couple of days for observation when something broke loose and he had a major heart attack and died.

He was 60.

Not young - but when you're over 50...not old, either. he wasn't out of shape. if anything, he was pretty fit.

If there's a lesson here, I suppose its to do a the Conchscooter does - enjoy every day.

Reflective on Fleming,

chuck.

Conchscooter said...

You lot have been busy while I was on the mainland driving Cheyenne to various and sundry walks.
I am going to California for a weekend memorial service at the end of March and my thoughts are filled with the irritations of flying, the cold feet i will feel in Santa Cruz's ghastly cold damp climate and trying not to make an ass of myself in a group of mourners.
Death may quite possibly come as a release, who knows. It's always those left behind who suffer.