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| The main gate at Atlanta's Oakland Cemetery. Photo by me. |
After walking in Grant Park on Sunday I felt like I needed more exercise and went over to Oakland Cemetery. Oakland is not only a Victorian cemetery, but is also a city park. Spring is a good time to walk through the vast sea of graves and tombs because of all the flowers and the weather is not too hot yet by Georgia standards.
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I stopped my walk to smell the roses. These roses remind me of my childhood home. We grew these exact same roses in their delicate light pink shade. These roses are faintly fragrant and come with nice sized thorns, I know because I cut myself many a time as a child on that rose bush. If not pruned these roses will grow into massive bushes. The one at my childhood home was humongous and covered one entire corner of our house.
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These are a different variety of roses that were in bloom at the grave of Margaret Mitchell Marsh and her husband.
Margaret Mitchell as she was better known was the author of a little book you might have heard of called,
Gone With The Wind. She was killed in 1949 on Peachtree Street in Midtown Atlanta when she was run over by a drunk driver by the name of Hugh Gravitt.
The daughter of Mr. Gravitt published her own book in 2013 from her family's perspective about the accident that killed Margaret Mitchell.
In her book she alleges that Margaret Mitchell was possibly murdered by her own husband John Marsh by pushing her in front of the car driven by Gravitt. She claims Gravitt was railroaded in court and it was not her father's fault that Mitchell was killed by his car. I have not read the book, but it sounds like a modern day conspiracy theory/nonsense cooked up to sell books to me. The reviews on Amazon make the book sound rather laughable.
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There were so many blooming plants and bushes that I did not take time to stop and photograph them all. I did stop to admire these beautiful irises that were in their full grandeur. That deep purple color is so rich.
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I stopped by to take a look at the massive sculpture of a sleeping lion cradling the Confederate flag. The sculpture is for remembering the unknown Confederate deaths during the American Civil War.
I enjoy walking in Oakland Cemetery for the peacefulness of the place and various sculptures that adorn the graves. Oakland is one of my favorite places in Atlanta.
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