Recently I was wandering about the area in search of some interesting photography moments... I had seen a few things that I wanted to photograph as well as visit the local cemetary and see if any interesting markers were present. Sadly to my discovery the cemetary was rather new and very few older stones were present. However I did run across a few that appeared to be home made. The one above caught my eye when at first I spoted it from behind. The barrel casing seemed interesting enough and the brass label on its top intrigued me even more. When I went around to view it from the front I noticed the rough concrete and few old marbles that still remained in the indentions that circled the parimeter. Scrawled into the concrete was the name Jackie Moon. Weeds, which I soon learned were stickers covered the the bottom as to not show the date or additional information. Upon clearing the weeds, it revealed the birth date of September 29th 1933.
I sat and looked at this "monument" for sometime. Partly because I had numerous stickers on me which needed to be plucked and also because its oddity intrigued me so. I wondered who Jackie Moon was. How did she die. Why did she only have this meager homemade marker. Yet as I looked at it I could see that although it was roughly made there was care and compassion that went into its creation. I never did clear any further to reveal the date of passing, possibly because I knew I would accumulate more stickers, yet Jackie still remains on my mind. I am not sure if I will ever learn the full story of Jackie Moon, yet I have this feeling that I will return to her and possibly see what may come.
There are stories all around us. Old stories, new stories, good stories, and some not so good. Every person whether living or passed, whether old or young, has one to tell. Sometimes we like to stay centered on our story or a few others that surround us on a frequent basis never really venturing out to learn a new one. This weeks assignment: learn a new story. In fact learn a couple.