Tombstone Tuesday: a trip to Kirkmichael
Originally posted on Zimmerbitch: age is just a (biggish) number:
Four weeks ago I was in Scotland; in the Perthshire village of Kirkmichael to be precise.
I was there because I knew that a distant branch of my family had lived in the village for most of the nineteenth century (and most likely well back beyond that), and I wanted to see if I could find any trace of them.
It took a couple of attempts to find the local cemetery – signposts for the church took me to one long abandoned and apparently without a churchyard.
Eventually, back in the village I found what I was looking for. It’s not a large cemetery; but an old one full of the plain headstones apparently favoured by Scots Presbyterians. I spend quite a lot of time in cemeteries these days, and have noticed definite “fashions” (or at least trends) in headstones. Not only are the Scots’ headstones usually quite simple shapes…
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