My novel, Reap & Repent, begins just before Memorial Day weekend so it’s extra fitting that we visit Good Spring Cemetery, which was one of the first cemeteries to inspire The Reaper Series.
Of course in Reap & Repent it’s called Good Springs Cemetery just so I don’t get sued by someone. One letter makes all the difference. Yes?
When I visited yesterday, many of the graves were already bedazzled.
Here in the boonies most folks still call it Decoration Day. I’ve never understood the practice really. It’s not like the dead will KNOW you’ve decorated their grave. But the cemetery was festive.
Here’s the Wiki on Memorial Day:
Memorial Day is a US federal holiday wherein the men and women who died while serving in the United States Armed Forces are remembered. The holiday, which is celebrated every year on the final Monday of May, was formerly known as Decoration Day and originated after the American Civil War to commemorate the Union and Confederate soldiers who died in the Civil War. By the 20th century, Memorial Day had been extended to honor all Americans who have died while in the military service. It typically marks the start of the summer vacation season, while Labor Day marks its end.
I did find a few interesting headstones at Good Spring. I was actually surprised because from the road it looked like a strictly twentieth century cemetery.
This one was especially interesting to me with the shape and engraving on two sides.
How about a snippet from Ruth’s visit to Good Spring Cemetery near her home to drop Deacon off for a day of reaping while she ran errands.
She drove them to Good Springs Cemetery, and he got out. Walking around to the driver’s side, he bent down and leaned in close through her window.
“I’ll be back before dark. Make sure you are, too. And stay inside the house. Get some more salt while you’re out. A lot. And put it in an unbroken line along all your window sashes and across all of your doorways when you get back. We’ll talk more tonight.”
He lingered longer than necessary in the window and for a second, she thought he was going to kiss her again. After a moment’s hesitation, he turned and walked through the Good Springs archway. He didn’t even look back as he grabbed hold of the first headstone he came to and swirled and shimmered in a mini tornado until poof, he was gone. Just like that.
Ruth rolled up her window and locked the doors. All of them. She was not ashamed to admit that she was more than a little scared. As far as she could tell at the moment, there wasn’t anything to actually be scared of in her immediate vicinity.
It’s the things you can’t see.
She backed her big-ass car out of the cemetery and headed into town with the radio blasting so that she couldn’t think too much.
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