UVa: Early decision essay:
Discuss your favorite place to get lost:
When the weather is warm, there are many of us on the trail, and all of us will probably walk by Susan B. Anthony and Fredrick Douglas. The terrain is rough; primitive stone steps lead either to the top of a steep hill, or down to the bottom of one of the glacier formed kettles. The narrow paved paths are cracked and neglected, and entire sections of Mt. Hope Cemetery have been claimed by the flora and imported vines. Like many Victorian cemeteries, elaborate marble statutes, soaring Egyptian obelisks and elaborately carved mausoleums rise majestically from the ground, without any sort of plotted geometric consideration.
As it happens, Mt. Hope Cemetery is across the street from my home. I walk there often, and I do not think I have taken the same path twice. Once, I found a grouping of lamb topped stones, the smaller stones book ended by two larger stones- an entire family- all of whom died in the year 1918. The flu, I presume, took them all. On another occasion I found the grave of a sixteen year old girl whose death date is the same as the birth date for the child who lies next to her. Sadly, as was true in those days, the child did not survive her toddler years. Each time I become "lost" at Mt.Hope Cemetery, I stumble upon a unique family story, a testament to the times in which the people of my community lived and died.
I hate the last sentence...any suggestions?
Discuss your favorite place to get lost:
When the weather is warm, there are many of us on the trail, and all of us will probably walk by Susan B. Anthony and Fredrick Douglas. The terrain is rough; primitive stone steps lead either to the top of a steep hill, or down to the bottom of one of the glacier formed kettles. The narrow paved paths are cracked and neglected, and entire sections of Mt. Hope Cemetery have been claimed by the flora and imported vines. Like many Victorian cemeteries, elaborate marble statutes, soaring Egyptian obelisks and elaborately carved mausoleums rise majestically from the ground, without any sort of plotted geometric consideration.
As it happens, Mt. Hope Cemetery is across the street from my home. I walk there often, and I do not think I have taken the same path twice. Once, I found a grouping of lamb topped stones, the smaller stones book ended by two larger stones- an entire family- all of whom died in the year 1918. The flu, I presume, took them all. On another occasion I found the grave of a sixteen year old girl whose death date is the same as the birth date for the child who lies next to her. Sadly, as was true in those days, the child did not survive her toddler years. Each time I become "lost" at Mt.Hope Cemetery, I stumble upon a unique family story, a testament to the times in which the people of my community lived and died.
I hate the last sentence...any suggestions?