La Recoleta: A taste of the ornate vs the humble that can be found there.
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La Recoleta: A taste of the ornate vs the humble that can be found there.
The “alleys” or “roads” in La Recoleta. Don’t get too lost.
More pictures from the Sara Braun Cemetery in Punta Arenas, Chile. Most of the cemeteries visited in Argentina and Chile were like little cities and fascinating in the styles, layouts and histories of the crypts. The charming layout and walkways of the cemetery also made it peacefully park-like. It is well maintained and there were many photos on the graves. Even the smallest of the entombments held a unique charm.
Sara Braun cemetery in Punta Arenas, Chile. Visited during South America Cruise aboard Norwegian Sun. Lovely cemetery.
Locally, it seems to be called the Sara Braun cemetery but on findagrave.com and wikipedia it is known as the Cemetery of Punta Arenas, or the local municipal cemetery.
According to Wikipedia: When Sara Braun gave everything for building the entrance of the cemetery, she asked for something. After her death, the central door of the cemetery had to be closed forever. Nowadays, that door is still closed and has not been opened since Sara Braun's death.
Epitaphs: Pursuing Happiness
I’m transcribing photos that I took during my last visit to Willamette National Cemetery outside of Portland, Oregon. As I wandered after paying a Christmas visit to my mother, epitaphs caught my eye - I have shared some I deliberately photographed already. Funnily enough, several others have become aparrent as I transcribe the photos to genealogy or graving sites. The following, for example, was in an oops-wrong-button video.
Willamette is a National Cemetery - meaning that to be buried there you must either be a veteran of the US Armed Forces or a spouse of one. My mother was both. However, when most people conjure up an image of a typical soldier, they often omit the humanity and humour that accompany them. Given some of the situations soldiers are exposed to and the decisions they are called upon to make - or follow - a serious demeanor and focus are understandable. But humour and hobbies are necessary partial remedies for these more serious times.
Most of the military men and women that I have been privileged to know have also been the most playful and adaptable. Maybe that is because my family never fit into the stereotypical overly-regimented anal-puckering right-wing tv-is-not-reality military household mold. Or perhaps that is because these veterans were strong in the core, dealing with life as it came at them and coping in any way they could. Humour, in my opinion, had to play a significant part in that adaptability.
On the flip-side of the same coin, no one parties like the men and women in uniform. No one could. So having that understanding of the value of life and the appreciation of the freedom to choose what you do in your leisure time may become so deeply ingrained that is begins to define outside perceptions, even by family, of who they were. “Fisherman and woodworker” it says. “19th hole” or my favorite of this bunch, “I’m fine.”
Fine can mean so many things. But yes, I’m fine. And that’s all there is to it.