I know what you're thinking: Really? Another blog post about the tombstone you found laying on the side of the road?
Well, yes. And it just keeps getting weirder.
As you may remember, last week I said I needed to get permission from the landowners to remove the stone from their property; assuming they didn't want to keep the tombstone. I talked to my mom about this and she suggested that I check out the County Assessor's website, since they list who owns what property. All of it is listed by address, and I didn't know the address. To get a better idea of which plot of land it was, I opened up Google Maps and virtually strolled down the street. The images were from a few years ago, so the lot I was looking for would look nothing like it does today. I was trying to decide if this house was the right one or not, when suddenly I saw it.
Let's take a closer look at the picture:
As ridiculous as this is, it explains a few things. First, I was wondering why it was in such good condition. I had always assumed it was eaten by blackberries or buried in the backyard. I honestly never thought that it was in the front of the house being used as a decorative fence post. Secondly, this explains how it went unnoticed. The two blank sides of the stone were faced outwards, with the chiseled sides facing a shrub.
The owner of the property is a development company. So far I've emailed them and wrote them a strange letter which I left on the tombstone. The cemetery I've been communicating with has told me they will find a place for the stone, so it has a place to go if I can acquire it.
For those of you who read this blog, but have not yet dove into my fiction writing; here's a teaser from the chapter I just posted on Wattpad:
Well, yes. And it just keeps getting weirder.
As you may remember, last week I said I needed to get permission from the landowners to remove the stone from their property; assuming they didn't want to keep the tombstone. I talked to my mom about this and she suggested that I check out the County Assessor's website, since they list who owns what property. All of it is listed by address, and I didn't know the address. To get a better idea of which plot of land it was, I opened up Google Maps and virtually strolled down the street. The images were from a few years ago, so the lot I was looking for would look nothing like it does today. I was trying to decide if this house was the right one or not, when suddenly I saw it.
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| Do you see it? |
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| It's the tombstone! |
The owner of the property is a development company. So far I've emailed them and wrote them a strange letter which I left on the tombstone. The cemetery I've been communicating with has told me they will find a place for the stone, so it has a place to go if I can acquire it.
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| On pink stationery, of course. |
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| Side-by-side comparison |
For those of you who read this blog, but have not yet dove into my fiction writing; here's a teaser from the chapter I just posted on Wattpad:
Charlotte pulled up the map on her watch and showed it to Charm. “There’s an oasis right here, maybe a couple of hours away. That’s where we’re heading. Anyway, saying ’the neutral zone’ is really a misnomer, because there are many zones and all of them are different.”
“Why not just name them?” Charm started walking towards the entrance.
Charlotte followed her, “Because then there would be a government.”
“That makes zero sense,” Charm shook her head.
“One of my professors equated it to the difference between livestock and pets,” Charlotte rubbed the back of her neck, “Pets always have names. Livestock might, but if they do, you’re running the risk of getting too attached. Names have power.”