Baby Roselyn has had a new gift for a few months now. The drizzle didn’t seem to be doing too much damage to him.
For 150+ years small gifts have been left to keep her company.
A plaster casting, or death mask, of her is under the tram covering. Death Masks were common in the mid 1800’s but few remain in cemeteries now. Perhaps the covering has kept it well protected from weather all these years.
At the right time I find this beautiful site to be haunting. Actually there is a story that has been repeated for 200+ years of a young girl tied to a tree over night by a ‘fire and brimstone’ preacher as punishment. The preacher was run out of the area, little girl survived but still roams the churchyard at night. I didn’t see her.
This chapel has survived the revolution and civil war.
The original family still owns and maintains the property. People from nearby plantations attended services here since the Anglican Church was too far.
A book, ‘Slaves In The Family’, written a few years ago has been a best seller and documents the history here in a narrative. The ruins of the Ball family plantation is just down the river here in the woods. Photos of ‘Commingtee’ plantation are also published on this web site.
There are other chapels like this around the coast, but most are ruins. I can’t help but visit here periodically for a few photos.
Tricolored Herons hunt for the smallest fish you can imagine. I captured these shots in a small pond. It is filled with minnows that these birds love. I can’t imagine how many a single bird needs to eat.
It must be a daily stop for them when feeding. A good chance a smaller Heron will be around when we come by.