Annual Trip to PTown, Part 1

We had like one day that wasn't AS humid as the others so we took advantage of it and headed up to Provincetown.

Pilgrim Monument. 

This is my fave store but it's always a mob scene.  So much to see.

This was a cute little fairy garden around this tree.

I want everything in the glass store.

It's a very pet friendly town.  Almost all the stores had bowls of ice water for dogs.

I loved these balloon animal things...not sure if they were just decorations or they did something like light up.

Always try to get this shot.

To say that PTown is 'in your face' is an understatement.  It's a lot of fun though and the people watching is first rate.

I should've gotten 'Pee Town' for the boys. 

Cleverly named establishments *wink*

Giant Hershey's kiss

Lothrop Hill Cemetery, Barnstable: The New Part

Sheila & I were really surprised how far back this cemetery went.  The newer the stones, the more ornate they were.  We both thought this one was super cool!

I can't even imagine how much these ornate stones cost.

Some of the quotes and sayings made us both really teary eyed.  Like this one.

I love looking at the mementos that people leave on their loved one's grave.

Here's one of the Sandy Neck Village with a child on the beach. 

Guess this guy liked to ski.

This was my absolute favourite stone of the Sandy Neck Village and Light.

A modern carving of a classic old stone design.

Lothrop Hill Cemetery, Barnstable: The Old Part

There are lots of old cemeteries around here and I love to explore them.  Sheila & I met up one day to check out the Lothrop Hill Cemetery on Rte. 6A in Barnstable.  It's a huge place and the graves in front are the ones that are really old, dating to the 1700s.

Sheila traces her family tree back to when the Cape was first settled.   She counts the Linell Family as part of her ancestry.

Some stones are badly damaged by weather and lichen.

I have been unable to find any information about Dannie & Fannie.  I don't know if they were children or husband & wife.

It's been my observation that people in the old days lived a lot longer than we think they did.  You always hear that people died young in the 1700s but most of the stones show ages well into the 60s and 70s, even 80s.

This stone about knocked my socks off.  Chester Jones' father, Willie, built my childhood home in 1889.  Chester was one of, I think, four Jones children that were deaf.  At least that's the info I've ferreted out over the years.  I did a lot of research in the 80s (pre internet) and found out through an interview with an elderly woman who knew the Jones family that Chester's bedroom was the one I grew up in.

A lot of the plots have been decorated and some of the branches have chimes and bird houses.