On Halloween, I explored a little of a cemetery near my apartment with the intention of going back.

Last weekend, temperatures in Pennsylvania soared into the low 70s, so I trekked over to explore some more. For some reason, exploring cemeteries is something I like to do. My mom says I take after my grandfather in that regard.

The cemetery, the Susquehanna Memorial Gardens, is off Cherry Hill Road, but if I hiked down Oak Road (which I drive every day to go to work), then cut across Fruitlyn Road (a mostly paved back road) I would enter the cemetery from the back.

The cemetery seems to be fairly new — like within the last twenty years new — and it’s a cemetery without tombstones. Rather, graves are marked (and, in many cases, well in advance of death) by copper slabs that are flush with the ground.

I shot over a hundred pictures. I’ve whittled them down to about forty. There’s no story here. I’ll present the pictures with some occasional commentary.


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This is Oak Road. My apartment complex is under the water tower. You can see that water tower from miles away. There’s even one point along I-83 near Glen Rock where I think you can see it.

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This is the masoleum. There’s no fence along Fruitlyn Road; you can just cross the grass and enter the cemetery grounds.

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You can see the fire observation tower above Red Lion. This is in the general direction of the Weis Market shopping center.

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The water tower, again.

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Standing at the front of the masoleum, you can see the Greek-like temple structure I explored in October.

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There are a number of signs like this throughout the cemetery. Some are numbered, some are not. I’m not sure what they mean. Are you supposed to catch them all, like Pokémon?

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People have decorated the graves of their loved ones for Christmas. There are wreaths, trees, lawn flags, stuffed animals, and the like. There will be more.

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A Jesus statue. There will also be more of these. This cemetery is more explicitly religious — and Christian — than any of the others in the Dallastown area, and that’s including the Methodist and Catholic cemeteries.

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There were a number of recent interments — as in, within the last seven days — at Susquehanna Memorial Gardens. I counted six. They were generally very obvious — car tracks in the soft grass, benches graveside, sod that had not set, the piles of flowers. Sometimes I sat down on the bench, looked up the name in Google, and found the funeral notice.

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I had to think about what I was seeing here, and then I realized — this grave was marked to be dug out imminently.

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The veterans momunent. The graves around it are, naturally, for veterans of the armed forces.

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Another Jesus statue. I think this is meant to be a representation of the boy Jesus impressing the Jewish scholars with his knowledge.

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The water tower, again!

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Dallastown can be seen in the distance. Dead center is spire of the Lutheran church.

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Dallastown again. To the right is the Lutheran church. To the left, the spire of the Methodist church. I had to go higher to get this shot. I also took one that had the Catholic church as well, but its spire isn’t distinct.

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Across Cherry Hill Road is a house/compound that really lights up for Christmas. I suspect you can see this compound’s lit lights from orbit. That‘s how bright it is. This is how it looks during the day.

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The Last Supper, I think.

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John the Baptist and Jesus. Behind it is for interring cremations.

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I liked this image of the masoleum, the clouds, and the light.

After this, I walked back home. I cut through the orchard we saw back at the beginning of this photo essay.

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