My wife and I recently plogged Kingston Pioneer Cemetery.
The place isn’t loud about its history. It rests behind a quiet fence, tucked between suburbia and industry, where lives once lived are marked by headstones that lean a little now… some broken, some unreadable, some gone altogether. There’s peace there; not manufactured stillness, but the deep calm that comes from being left mostly alone.
It’s the kind of place where wind through trees keeps company with memory, where roots trace the outlines of stories attached to fading names.
We brought a couple of buckets and plogged gently, trying not to disturb anything that should be left undisturbed. We didn’t come to clean the place up entirely; we just came to leave it a little better than we found it. A few pieces of plastic removed from around the resting places of people who never knew plastic.
Some places need noise to be remembered; others just need someone to notice. I feel most at home in the quiet places.
Here’s the video we made while plogging this quiet place.
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