This is the tiniest cemetery ever.*
I drive past this surprising sight every day. I love its
intricate fence, guarding its claimed ground against the incursion of Route 30
and the gas station. This strange little piece of land goes easily unnoticed
while rushing to and from the ski slopes, but now I always pass by and wonder why and how it exists. The headstone reads:
Bailey Rawson
1760 - 1848
Pioneer settler of Rawsonville
1812
So the puzzle of the petite plot is solved, though after a
little expert Googling, the man behind the fence really began to come to life (sorry,
bad joke). Rawson was a rambling man and occasional scoundrel who traveled the Jamaica hills
on horseback, worked as a farrier, and cleared Rawsonville’s first trees in
1812. There, he built a cabin and a sawmill and called it “home”. And the rest,
I suppose, is history, a little piece of which is kept safe and sound behind
the funny green fence across from Tony’s Pizza.
*Know of an even smaller one? Share it!

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