Ireland's in King

Topic: Graveyard visit with Mrs. Ireland and her Family
Randomness of the Day: Griselda
Location: Home
Mood: Bizarre
Music: Itunes is broken, so no music :(

No Greiselda is not Mrs. Ireland's first name, it's just randomness.

So, at the beginning of August, we went to do some genealogy research at the King City Cemetary. Jenn-ni-fur's got huge family down in the area above Toronto. So we're snapping shots of stones. I figure I'd post mine to Find-a-Grave, since all my family is out of province/country. I took the top section of the cemetary, as they searched for family. No big deal. No, you'll see from my last post, I've got a gift when it comes to the dead...again...your choice if you choose to believe...Anyways, I finish the area I start in, and see a really cool stone. I wander over to it, and find it's the grave of one Wilfred Ireland son of Frances and Alfred. Cool!

(Just realized I have no idea how to insert an image here...into the html editor I go)

Snapped a couple of shots of this one. So out of the blue, in my head, I hear. "Oh, hello dear, what are you doing?" In a nice sweet older lady kind of manner. So I respond, I'm taking photos to put online so people don't forget who's here?
"Oh that's nice dear...whatever that means." All I could do was laugh. Then I had the realization, the internet didnt' exist when she was alive. Instead of trying to explain the internet to her, I explained find a grave, as a cemetary of sorts, where people can take pictures of headstones, and put them in a sort of album, so that if the stone ever wears down, or gets broken, there is still a record. I explained that we are doing this, so that future generations if they are interested, can find ancestors, even if they aren't anywhere near to where the ancestors are. That seemed to satisfy her. At that point, I noticed others around as well, just sort of following and listening.

I made my way through the area around the Ireland plots, and came across the Crossley's. And while none of them spoke to me, it was a creepy sort of energy around the monument. and when I walked around it, I found part of it broken.

Which, honestly, if my monument had been desecrated like this...I would have been putting out creepy energy too.
I continued my little tour taking pictures, when out of the blue, I heard the voice again. "Oh dear, they're getting into the vehicle, you should go now, so you don't get left behind."
Me being me I'm like...yeah right...but me also being me, I decided to listen. LOL
Sure enough, everyone else was in the van and pulling away. I knew they were just looking for me, and tried to flag them down, but no luck. So I met them back by the Ireland's stone. It was a very entertaining afternoon all in all. And I promised I'd go back to see the Ireland's someday.

And thus ends another post from Capt. Jake.