Last week I indulged in five days of shenanigans in Rochester, NY. Why the hell would I endure the frozen tundra of the Empire State in March, you ask?
1. The biggest reason? Family time. I was born and raised in the area, and my parents still live in the house we moved into when I was a baby. My sister and her husband live in Rochester as well, and the fact that my brother (from San Diego) was there at the same time was a major bonus.
2. Sometimes you need to break up your routine a little bit, to “sharpen the saw” as they say. To devote a few days to recreation and doing things you normally wouldn’t do. I think they call this a “vacation”.
3. Creepin’. Going to the brand new, gigantic mausoleum at Holy Sepulchre Cemetery was actually my dad’s idea. The man has been known to take some pretty creepy photos of Rochester’s cemeteries over the last several decades, and I think it pleases him to see his eldest child following in his (nosy, mischievous) footsteps.
4. Great friends, good eats, and quirky, off-the-beaten-path shopping.
Now, for a whirlwind tour of two of Rochester’s most intriguing cemeteries, plus some family history to boot…
The following photos are from our adventures at Holy Sepulchre. A Catholic cemetery, Holy Sepulchre is broken up into two sections located across the street from each other. The section where my grandparents are buried is newer, and Catholic iconography appears on these markers and monuments to a noticeable — dare I say oppressive? — degree. The older section across the street is impressively Victorian in its styling, complete with breathtaking statuary and ornate family monuments sprinkled with moss and lichen. Despite the freezing temperatures, I was in heaven.
Then we searched for our paternal and maternal grandparents…
Our tasks completed on the new side of the cemetery, the next morning we made our way to the older side of Holy Sepulchre…
* A special thanks to our friend Amanda who joined in on our family creep fest. Incidentally, she blogs about bath and body care products at The Soap Lady, which is brilliantly named after a saponified mummy on display at the Mutter Museum in Philadelphia.