Across the road from Lucrezia, is another child's grave with a much humbler marker. This child lived only 8 months. It looks as if his parents could not afford a stone marker so made their own. The punched metal plate gives his name and date. It is set in a wooden frame that forms a cross and is attached to a metal pipe that is driven into the ground. The whole thing, almost 100 years old, is fragile and falling apart. This one is so sad on so many levels that I can barely look at it. For other cemetery wanderings, visit
Taphophile Tragics.
I'll be away for a week, and will do my best to leave a comment here and there.
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