{"id":35062,"date":"2026-01-08T20:36:53","date_gmt":"2026-01-09T01:36:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=35062"},"modified":"2026-01-08T20:36:53","modified_gmt":"2026-01-09T01:36:53","slug":"meeting-deer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=35062","title":{"rendered":"Meeting Deer"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>At some point, I was going to visit the cemeteries in Baltimore and tell my mom&#8217;s family that <a href=\"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=34954\">she had died<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>Now, if the afterlife is a thing you believe in, there was really no need to do so; depending on what kind of afterlife one believes in, one could argue that her family would already know.  If an afterlife is <i>not<\/i> a thing, then I wasn&#8217;t doing anything, because what&#8217;s in the cemetery isn&#8217;t aware of me or anything at all.<\/p>\n<p>Nonetheless, I felt it was something to do, if only for my own piece of mind.  I feel a sense of responsibility to people I have never met and who died long before I was born.<\/p>\n<p>I wrote two months ago that <a href=\"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=34888\">I went looking for a 19th-century Episcopal priest, Dr. Julius Grammer<\/a>.  I found that, standing next to my great-great-grandmother&#8217;s grave, I could make out clearly where he and his family are buried, though seeing his grave would be impossible.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1200\" height=\"810\" src=\"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/20260108_124521-1200x810.jpg\" alt=\"Loudon Park Cemetery, looking toward section OO from the base of Whatcoat Hill, with the Mausoleum and Fowler capped obelisk circled\" class=\"aligncenter size-fullwidth wp-image-35058\" \/><\/p>\n<p>The Fowler grave, a capped obelisk circled toward the left, is the key.  Grammer&#8217;s grave would be behind that, up some stairs cut into the hillside.  The mausoleum I circled is the same mausoleum I walked past two months ago; if I&#8217;d turned to my left, I&#8217;d have seen Dr. Grammer&#8217;s site.<\/p>\n<p>Also up there is the grave of <a href=\"https:\/\/www.baseball-reference.com\/bullpen\/Bill_Gardner\">Bill Gardner<\/a> (no relation), who played for the Baltimore Orioles in 1887.  His father, Augustus, is buried on Whatcoat hill, near my great-great-grandmother.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1200\" height=\"540\" src=\"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/20260108_124608.jpg\" alt=\"MARC train heading north past the cemetery\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-35059\" \/><\/p>\n<p>A MARC train went by.  I always wave at the trains as they pass.<\/p>\n<p>There was deer poop all over the place.  Of course there was, because there were deer!<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1200\" height=\"675\" src=\"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/01\/20260108_132804.jpg\" alt=\"Deer among the graves, staring at an idiot\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-35061\" \/><\/p>\n<p>A rangale of deer were minding their own business in the cemetery, and then this idiot tourist wandered right into the middle of them. The deer were spooked, I was spooked, and we stared at each other for a few minutes. They moved to get a better (suspicious) look at me. I moved to get better photos.<\/p>\n<p>One of the deer had an impressive white tail.<\/p>\n<p>Eventually, they tired of me, and I wanted to get back to my car.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe we parted friends when they ran off.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>At some point, I was going to visit the cemeteries in Baltimore and tell my mom&#8217;s family that she had died. Now, if the afterlife is a thing you believe in, there was really no need to do so; depending on what kind of afterlife one believes in, one could argue that her family would<a class=\"more-link\" href=\"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/?p=35062\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">&#8220;Meeting Deer&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[52],"tags":[575,5383,4581],"class_list":["post-35062","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","tag-baltimore-orioles","tag-deer","tag-loudon-park-cemetery","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35062","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=35062"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35062\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=35062"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=35062"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.allyngibson.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=35062"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}