A few weeks ago, Jacoby and I were in Quincy, and as we walked back to the T station, I decided to go and check out Hancock Cemetery with him.
One neat thing about living in Boston is the old cemeteries.
This one was the main city cemetery until 1851!
The oldest grave we were able to find was from 1690. There may be some older, but so many of the gravestones are so old they’ve been worn almost flat by centuries of New England weather and they’re hard to read.
Some of the stories alluded to by the headstones we could read are very sad.
There are a lot of stories here.