The Old Cemetery Gate

The Stonington town cemetery, which I walk past on my morning jaunts, is an interesting place, and not just because of random deer encounters and the gravesites of Civil War veterans. I’ve also been fascinated by this battered cemetery gate, which looks like it has some interesting stories to tell, about each of the many twists and bends in the aged metal.

But the most provocative untold story is the one about why the gate is there at all–since there is no fencing whatsoever around it. Why add a gate to an otherwise open area? My guess is that the gate was added as the first step in what was supposed to be a process that involved some kind of fencing–a stone wall, perhaps–that never came to fruition.

The plans are long gone, but the old gate remains. It helps to give the cemetery an identity, and a bit of a wistful feeling, too.

On The Fence

IMG_6375I’ve never lived in a house that had a fence before, but there’s a first time for everything — and I’m finding that I really like it.

In the backyard our fence is wooden.  In the front it is wrought iron, with a cool swinging gate that features of the shield of the fence’s manufacturer, the Stewart Iron Works of Cincinnati, Ohio.  (I did a Google search for the company, and to my surprise it still exists and continues to make wrought iron fences and furniture, as it has done for 150 years.)

IMG_6373The front fence is entirely ornamental, in the sense that it isn’t there for security but rather to add to the aesthetics of the place.  I like it for that reason, but I especially like the swinging gate where the Stewart Iron Works shield is found.  After almost 100 years, it operates perfectly, and I find myself enjoying the simplicity of its design, which allows the gate to swing freely without squeaking and close by itself, with no need for springs.  The de facto latch is especially cool — a small depression in the fence that marries up to a free standing tongue of iron on the gate.

For me the gate serves a a different aesthetic purpose.  When I arrive at the gate after the end of a workday, depress the iron tongue, and watch the entrance swing open, it’s like the door to my evening officially has opened, my own private little sanctuary has been reached, and the workday truly has ended.

Storm’s Aftermath

Our power is back on, about 24 hours after the storm pulverized parts of the central Ohio power grid and cast us into darkness.  Good job, AEP — and thanks for putting some light back in our lives.

Walking and driving around town, we saw signs of the storm’s aftermath everywhere.  Gates knocked off their hinges, tree limbs everywhere, and debris in roadway — it will be good to get back to normal.