I wasn’t aware of the sad history of this town when I visited, but my history-buff friend told me later that during World War II, Praha had the distinction of being the U.S. town with the largest ratio of war deaths to residents. The largest number of these deaths occurred in 1944.
This piece says it best – In the space of 12 months and nine days, Praha gave up most of its youth — and nearly all of its future — to confront unimaginable forms of evil on faraway continents.
St. Mary’s Church of the Assumption
In 2015, I took a trip to Nova Scotia, and posted some of the photos when I got returned. A lot of them, though, were held back for a project that I was working on. That project is (I think)(I hope) about done, which means there is a whole set of NS images still to be posted.
And here’s one, a three-shot pano of Hillcrest Cemetery in Lunenberg.
Lunenberg, Nova Scotia
A long time ago, I discovered a great atlas called The Roads of Texas that was published by Texas A&M University. It had large-scale maps of the entire state, and I used it until it literally fell apart. I’ve got a new version now, and use it often to scope out road trips*. In addition to having ALL the roads in the state, it details the sorts of things I like to look at.
And that’s how I found the Saints Cyril and Methodius Cemetery.
(In case you were wondering, the saints were brothers, born in Greece in 826 [or 827] and 815; in 1980, they were declared as co-patron saints of Europe. They are highly regarded by Roman Catholic and Orthodox Christians.)
And I – and now you, maybe – would never known any of this except that I saw the cemetery in the atlas.
near Buckholts, Texas
*I know – I’m old school like that with my paper maps.
Most of the markers in the cemetery were modest white crosses, but along the back someone had made a large memorial to their departed family member.
Many years ago, I was a calligrapher, a hobby I slid into from a career as an architectural drafter. (In some ways, lettering is lettering.) And although it’s been a while since I picked up my pens, I still notice lettering. And the “Vivo Cristo Rey” painted on this memorial was my very favorite thing in the cemetery.