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Judith Smith |
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On the side of the road |
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I've always been fascinated with cemeteries, an
interest inherited from my parents who used to stop at
old country cemeteries when we travelled. Roadside
Altars have more recently become an interest of mine.
Perhaps this is so because, in my reckless youth, I
could easily have become a roadside Altar myself. Now
they remind me to drive safely and to appreciate that
time is still flowing by in my life.
I can't remember when I first started noticing these
Altars or when I realized what they were. It never
occurred to me to ask anyone about them, but somewhere
along the way I figured it out on my own. Especially
on long trips, these Altars jump out at me. I always
think: "Someone died right there." Life lost and lost
with no warning--so unexpectedly. Persons, stories,
families, and friends--I wonder who they were, how
they died, whom they left behind.
Cemetery markers are mostly relegated to private lands
and to private grieving. On the other hand, these
Altars are public displays of private tragedies and
deaths; very different acknowledgements of losses than
the markers in cemeteries. The Altars are on display
to countless numbers of people driving by, living
their own lives, noticing or not noticing them.
I would like you to document roadside altars that you
drive by and also try to find out something about the
persons commemorated by the altars--more than just
their names and dates of death. Finally, I'd like for
you to share with me the feelings you experience when
you see these memorials.
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