On the way back from our paddling trip on Monday Alan and I stopped by the Duncan Chapel Methodist Cemetery, better known as the “Children’s Cemetery.” Alan had never been here, and was unaware of the cemetery’s existence. I had visited before, and was both intrigued by the history, and disturbed by the amount of desecration. This visit there was a bit more weirdness going on.
The cemetery got it’s nickname because there are many children buried here, but there are also many adults. On this visit we noticed that most of the children’s headstones had either stuffed animals or little toys. One even had a couple of doll baby bottles at the base of the headstone.
Most of these graves were from the early 20th Century, so I don’t understand why the toys were left. I don’t know if it was some pseudo-paranormal group, someone even more deranged. I can only hope that this behavior is more respectful than those that have knocked over the headstones. It may be weird, but I at least it isn’t destructive.