Old Yard Cemetery sits on Main Street two blocks from my house, on a spot of land much smaller than my house. Most of the markers are either broken or so worn away that we’ll never know who they’re for.
According to this pdf, the oldest stone is for an infant who died in 1800. The saddest, which I found last weekend while walking back from breakfast, was for an 8-year-old boy who died in 1840. It reads, “Moses, son of Moses and Eliza Goodno, drowned.”