If you or someone you know has a personal relationship to a specific cemetery, please let Lauren Rhoads know.
Rhoads, author of Cemetery Travels Notebook: Photography by Loren Rhoads and Death’s Garden: Relationships with Cemeteries is working on a new book, Death’s Garden Revisited, and invites people to share their stories with her. Initially they will be published as blog posts.
The original limited print edition of Death’s Garden book, which sold out, is a compilation of stories and personal memories shared by all had a graveyard they’d connected with. In some cases, the link was a family member or a neighborhood spot they enjoyed walking through.
The selected contributions were set among cemetery photographs Rhoads had received from a fellow graveyard traveler who passed them onto her shortly before he died.
About this new publishing opportunity, she writes on her website:
For a while now I’ve wanted to assemble a second volume of Death’s Garden. I think there are a lot more stories to be told about relationships people have formed with graveyards. For instance, what’s it like to be a tour guide? How are cemetery weddings different than others? What’s the strangest cemetery you’ve ever visited, or the most beautiful, or the spookiest?
Eventually, I’d like to put these new essays into a physical book, but for now, I’d like to feature them on Cemetery Travel. This feature is open to anyone who has ever visited a cemetery where something special happened, either good or bad. Tell me about your relationship with a cemetery.
To inspire you, here is an excerpt from the first edition about a European cemetery:
While on a wander down around the southern end of Kreuzberg in Berlin, I stumble across this long gray-green cemetery. It’s a profusion of monuments and arches, family plots circumscribed by wrought-iron fences and crowned with stone angels. Even the largest and most conspicuous of the monuments are very quiet — grandiose, not garish. Whole place has a white-gloves air to it, like those tiny tree-lined streets you find sometimes in the center of a large city, where everything is quieter, cleaner, and little old ladies walk down the street carrying white string bags. Toward the far edge of the cemetery, in a squat stone building, is a room filled with carved stone figures, a mob of angels and Saviors and blank headstones, staring out through the wavy panes of glass.
You can learn more about her Cemetery Travels Notebook by clicking here.
All cemetery story submissions that follow her guidelines will be considered.