Mountain View Cemetery Stroll
Carl over at Stainless Steel Droppings has invited readers to post thoughts and images of cemeteries as part of The Graveyard Book readalong. For me, an assignment right up Mausoleum Alley. The following is inspired by the renowned Victorian landmark, Mountain View Cemetery , and I updated this piece with additional photos. Let us go then, you and I, when ghosts and ghouls patrol the sky…
Pause on the threshold of Mountain View Cemetery, but do not distract yourself with the broken threads of an abandoned spider web; you are at the gates.
Meander up the circular cement paths and study the graves ornamented with empty Greek urns, sleeping lambs, columns: some covered in shawls, some broken off at the apex.
Then stroll beyond inscripted Chinese calligraphy, carved Japanese crests, countless crosses: Celtic, Roman Catholic, Russian Orthodox. And there, a miniature mosque on a knoll surrounded by Civil War-style cannons.
Before circling the Jewish Home of Eternity studded with Stars of David and rose garlands, linger on a stone bench and observe water slip down rocks and a weeping willow trail leaves like tears into a dense green pool. From here, around a molded tree trunk (angle-cut for a life felled), rest cross-legged in front of a small tower and pluck up a blade of grass.
Squint, eyes half-closed facing the sun, and you can almost see them coming up the hill. Exquisite horses pulling narrow-track surreys, the canopy top fringe swaying to their hooves’ rhythm, before stopping in front of their future homes. A family alights, laden with picnic provisions and parasols (first spreading a quilt on their piece of hill, perhaps the World Without End block pattern in avocado green, bubble gum pink, and feed sack muslin) and small neatly bound volumes of poetry to absorb in the afternoon sun. The dead had merely departed, removing themselves to a fashionable new address, still available on short notice to share a family meal. Continue the climb from here, and you find yourself among pyramids, obelisks, temples, and tombs. At the top of the mountain, remove your hat, wipe away the sweat gathered beneath the band with an embossed linen handkerchief, and rest on the step of the Ghirardelli mausoleum, the white marble cold under your thighs.
Watched by the weeping angel on the roof above you, and with the glass and steel skylit monuments of the still-living distantly beyond the gates, at your feet is spread the view of the world.
13 thoughts on “Mountain View Cemetery Stroll”
That was a grand tour! Love all the images you chose to share. I could see that being a regular haunt for me, pardon the pun, if I lived close by. Gorgeous. And I’m sure it is suitably moody in the dark.
I had a lot of trouble making that post work for some reason, and I think I put it in the wrong place on your site. I couldn’t find it again. Maybe getting up at 4:45 am wasn’t as smart as I thought.
Ah, getting up before the crack of dawn. Always a fun time. 🙂
Thanks for the vicarious tour! What a beautiful place–and I can well imagine ghosts using the monuments as homes. They look like little houses.
Hi Cheryl,
Yes, I always thought the mausoleums could be cozy houses for ghosts. I wish I had one!
What a wonderful and thrilling tour. I would love to wander here and to explore. Thanks!
Hi TBM,
This cemetery exudes such a peaceful feeling. On any day, you can see many people and dogs hiking the grounds.
My dog would love to hike there!
What a wonderful tour.
Thank you. I’d love to go there right now with Nala the rescue dog and poke around Millionaires’ Row as the street of mausoleums is called.
Have you ever wandered around a cemetery, Carol? I think I may be a little weird to love it so.
Beautiful photos, Deb, I liked them all. It must be so peaceful walking among them on such a gorgeous day. The first one reminded me of Ray Bradbury because of the name, and the fourth looks like a miniature castle. 🙂
Ha! I never thought of that connection. I checked into the Bradbury mausoleum history a little bit. It seems that branch was involved in silver mining; I could not find a connection to the author. Too bad. That would have been fun.