Old Hillside Cemetery pics
I remember some of you quite enjoying my past pictures of some local cemeteries (though, being a dumbass, I didn't create a tag for them and now can't find any of them to link them to here...help, if you happen to have any of them mem'd? :) ), so I thought I'd share these pics as well. You guys, I have to tell you about my adventure.
First of all, I'd never been to this cemetery before...never even knew it existed until this summer, when I drove by it while yard sale-ing with some friends. I had heard tell of some spooky, cool old cemetery near the UNR campus, but no one seemed to be able to recall where it was at. And today, when I went looking for the address, it took quite some time tripping around online before I was able to discern A: What the cemetery was called, and B: Where it was located. So after dropping Mr. gin off at work, I and my camera headed off to the campus-area.
I was so not prepared. This kind of crumbling, stark and forgotten history always kind of makes me go a big rubbery one, so I was feeling a little choked up the whole time I was there anyway. But there was...something more. I should preface this by saying that I am totally one of Those People who believes in ghosts and psychic premonitions and long-leggity beasties and whatnot, so I'm going to go ahead and say: I Believe This Cemetery Is Haunted, and I Felt It.
Not the entire cemetery, mind. The Civil War veterans area and the Hebrew Cemetery felt very peaceful. But I tell you, the first section I was walking through? The one you'll see here in the pictures with almost no headstones left intact, with tons of garbage strewn about and just completely overgrown with sagebrush? THE ENTIRE TIME I was walking around there, I felt like I was on the verge of bursting into full-out sobs, or of just legging it the hell out of there. It went DEAD SILENT...every bird or rustle of wind made me jump about a foot. And there was just...overwhelming, unbearable sadness that overtook me...I honestly had to stifle a sob once or twice, and once I was out of the cemetery I couldn't even put my finger on WHY I had been so sad. I mean yeah, it's a real big bummer that this historical landmark has fallen into such disarray and that little drunk douchenozzles feel the need to come by and tag these beautiful old headstones and leave their nasty used condoms everywhere, but still... It felt like something was sitting on my chest, and all I wanted to do was cry.
FREAKY.
So yeah, enjoy the pics!
Not that it's that sunny today.
Seriously, what kind of a fucktard does this?!
Downtown Reno (as it were) visible in the background, a stark contrast to these crumbling markers from the 1800's, just plopped down in the middle.
Turned out a bit blurry, but it reads: A kind loving wife and mother is buried here.
I don't know if this is strictly a Nevada thing, but all these old cemeteries all have these little...pens around the stones. I don't remember ever seeing it before we moved here.
Ooh, artsy! I used my "miniature" setting for this one to blur the background.
Just beautiful.
Something like a couch or something had been shredded here. This is when I started to feel really uneasy.
I think this is my favourite shot.
This is about when I was damn near on the verge of tears.
The anachronistic fence and junked cars all around it really just add to the eeriness.
I kept waiting, almost hoping, for someone to appear and yell at me and ask what the hell I was doing, since it looked like the "opening" to the cemetery wasn't exactly legit, but not a soul seemed to even see me. There were some drowsy college kids coming out of or going into their fraternities all around the cemetery, but their voices didn't quite seem to reach me...
This was a second little bit, which also made me feel a bit uneasy, but nowhere near as bad as that first section.
The Civil War veterans' section seemed downright cheerful compared to the rest of it.
I took some pictures of the Hebrew Cemetery from the side, because it didn't look like I'd be able to get in there.
Ha! How perfect is the location of this place?
Like I said, Hebrew Cemetery very much looked closed, until I walked up and actually tried the rusty, creaking iron gate and lo and behold, it opened!
This was the place where I felt the most peaceful and content during the whole visit. Very lovely and serene.
Can one of my Jewish friends help me out here: quite a few of the headstones in the Hebrew Cemetery were adorned with pinwheels. What is the significance, if any?
See?
And I snapped a couple more pics of the Haunted Section on my way back to car, feeling infinitely grateful that I didn't have to go back in there. Even from outside the fence, that despair started creeping back.
Hope you enjoyed them! I do so love doing this. Unfortunately, I think I've run out of local cemeteries.
First of all, I'd never been to this cemetery before...never even knew it existed until this summer, when I drove by it while yard sale-ing with some friends. I had heard tell of some spooky, cool old cemetery near the UNR campus, but no one seemed to be able to recall where it was at. And today, when I went looking for the address, it took quite some time tripping around online before I was able to discern A: What the cemetery was called, and B: Where it was located. So after dropping Mr. gin off at work, I and my camera headed off to the campus-area.
I was so not prepared. This kind of crumbling, stark and forgotten history always kind of makes me go a big rubbery one, so I was feeling a little choked up the whole time I was there anyway. But there was...something more. I should preface this by saying that I am totally one of Those People who believes in ghosts and psychic premonitions and long-leggity beasties and whatnot, so I'm going to go ahead and say: I Believe This Cemetery Is Haunted, and I Felt It.
Not the entire cemetery, mind. The Civil War veterans area and the Hebrew Cemetery felt very peaceful. But I tell you, the first section I was walking through? The one you'll see here in the pictures with almost no headstones left intact, with tons of garbage strewn about and just completely overgrown with sagebrush? THE ENTIRE TIME I was walking around there, I felt like I was on the verge of bursting into full-out sobs, or of just legging it the hell out of there. It went DEAD SILENT...every bird or rustle of wind made me jump about a foot. And there was just...overwhelming, unbearable sadness that overtook me...I honestly had to stifle a sob once or twice, and once I was out of the cemetery I couldn't even put my finger on WHY I had been so sad. I mean yeah, it's a real big bummer that this historical landmark has fallen into such disarray and that little drunk douchenozzles feel the need to come by and tag these beautiful old headstones and leave their nasty used condoms everywhere, but still... It felt like something was sitting on my chest, and all I wanted to do was cry.
FREAKY.
So yeah, enjoy the pics!
Not that it's that sunny today.
Seriously, what kind of a fucktard does this?!
Downtown Reno (as it were) visible in the background, a stark contrast to these crumbling markers from the 1800's, just plopped down in the middle.
Turned out a bit blurry, but it reads: A kind loving wife and mother is buried here.
I don't know if this is strictly a Nevada thing, but all these old cemeteries all have these little...pens around the stones. I don't remember ever seeing it before we moved here.
Ooh, artsy! I used my "miniature" setting for this one to blur the background.
Just beautiful.
Something like a couch or something had been shredded here. This is when I started to feel really uneasy.
I think this is my favourite shot.
This is about when I was damn near on the verge of tears.
The anachronistic fence and junked cars all around it really just add to the eeriness.
I kept waiting, almost hoping, for someone to appear and yell at me and ask what the hell I was doing, since it looked like the "opening" to the cemetery wasn't exactly legit, but not a soul seemed to even see me. There were some drowsy college kids coming out of or going into their fraternities all around the cemetery, but their voices didn't quite seem to reach me...
This was a second little bit, which also made me feel a bit uneasy, but nowhere near as bad as that first section.
The Civil War veterans' section seemed downright cheerful compared to the rest of it.
I took some pictures of the Hebrew Cemetery from the side, because it didn't look like I'd be able to get in there.
Ha! How perfect is the location of this place?
Like I said, Hebrew Cemetery very much looked closed, until I walked up and actually tried the rusty, creaking iron gate and lo and behold, it opened!
This was the place where I felt the most peaceful and content during the whole visit. Very lovely and serene.
Can one of my Jewish friends help me out here: quite a few of the headstones in the Hebrew Cemetery were adorned with pinwheels. What is the significance, if any?
See?
And I snapped a couple more pics of the Haunted Section on my way back to car, feeling infinitely grateful that I didn't have to go back in there. Even from outside the fence, that despair started creeping back.
Hope you enjoyed them! I do so love doing this. Unfortunately, I think I've run out of local cemeteries.