For me graveyards and cemeteries are more than just nostalgic remembrance of dead family and friends. They are time capsules rich in human history, capturing slices of time and place. They remind us of our very impermanence in people’s efforts to be remembered forever. Here the grass and weeds grow wild, tombstones totter, and as humans have fewer and fewer and even zero children these days, many lines have all died out without any remaining offspring left to remember the stories of their ancestors. For all we knew there might be graves so old they date back to when Maine was part of Colonial Massachusetts under British rule.