A ring of trees hides the old cemetery from view, but it stands right next to the abandoned alignment of US 40 and the National Road I wrote about last time. It’s in the upper-right corner of this aerial image.
This scene is the only clue of the cemetery that’s visible from the highway. The small sign calls it Iron’s Cemetery.
The path back to the cemetery is dark.
When you emerge into the light, the hushed space seems to be a million miles from anywhere. US 40 is 150 feet away.
The oldest gravestone I found dates to 1872. The most prominent marker remembers a much-revered minister who died in 1885.
Unfortunately, many gravestones lie broken, as if casually discarded.
The cemetery at my church is in similar condition. I recently photographed it.