While snooping around ancient Green Cemetery in Glastonbury, Conn., on Sunday afternoon, I was struck by the beauty of the old gravestones there. The ornate designs on the cracked, crumbling and weathered markers, some dating to the mid-18th century, give the place the feel of an outdoor art gallery. I was there to research the story of William Wallace Porter, a private in the 16th Connecticut, who was killed at Antietam. The 27-year-old soldier was one of several men in his regiment who died in the days and weeks after Antietam at the
Sharpsburg's German Reform Church, which was used as a makeshift hospital. Porter is buried next to his wife, Arazina, and his brother,
John, who was killed near Petersburg in 1864. Both brothers served in Company H of the 16th Connecticut, which met its demise in farmer John Otto's cornfield. (
Check out my video.) I'll post much more about the life and times of Private Porter in the near future. In the meantime, enjoy the artwork.
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This one reminds of a sad light bulb. |
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Heh! Why so glum? |
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Close-ups of the tops of 18th-century gravestones at Green Cemetery in Glastonbury. |
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Although worn by the elements, this little girl still retains her beauty. |
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This marker reminded me of an old Beatles tune. "Dear Prudence... won't you come out to play?" |
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30-year old Thomas Kimberly of Glastonbury, Conn., met his maker in a powder mill explosion. |
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