After leaving West Park in Allentown, the site of our second Thanksgiving drop-off, we ate lunch at the Hotel Bethlehem.
We had parked the car a few blocks away, next to God’s Acre, the historic cemetery of the early Moravian Church in Bethlehem. The city was founded by members of the Moravian Church and their influence is seen in all parts of the city, especially the historic section.
I wrote a post about a previous visit to this resting place for so many people, and it has a fascinating history, based in the customs of the Moravians. (Look here if you want to know more.)
Anyway, we set a figurine on a bench here.
I took a few minutes to look around at nearby gravestones. All lie flat to the ground, and the cemetery is divided into burial groups not by family but by status in society (single, married, widowed, man or woman, etc.) In your final resting place, you would have neighbors based on who died before and after you. Like so many things in life, it depends on where you are in line and how your particular story plays out, doesn’t it? Don’t push, your turn will come, and there will be a place for you. I find that idea touching, amusing, and comforting, for some reason.
This concludes my Thanksgiving art drop-off story. Thank you for reading, and I am grateful for the chance to tell you about my doings.