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July 19, 2013

While out on the recent photo safari, we briefly stopped at a country cemetery to look at the graves of relatives.  When I was young and bought my first house, it was in the country and I took up cycling for the first time.  I had a first-generation mountain bike and would ride some nearby gravel rounds until I climbed the ridge to a country church that I had attended when a small kid.  Behind the church was this old cemetery, really peaceful and I'd always take a rest there.  Often, the cemetery was the actual destination.  A few years later, I began doing some genealogy and mostly I wanted to know about all my grandparents for the last few generations- where did they come from, what did they do, where were they buried.  Yes, you guessed it, this cemetery contained a lot of family members.  Now there's a busy paved parkway right next to it and it isn't nearly as peaceful- time sure has passed by.

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