I have been to cemeteries all over the world. Famous ones like Père Lachaise in Paris and Colonial Park in Savanah Georgia. When we were in Lisbon, my siser and I almost got locked in a cemetery for the night because we did not pay attention to the time when we were poking around. But I had never been to the oldest public cemetery (founded in 1857) in Kansas City Missouri ... until last Friday.
Union Cemetery is a peaceful spot in the middle of the city. There are no flowers on the graves and the grass is pretty tall in some spots. Just enough dilapidated-ness to give you that feeling of moving back in time, but not enough to make it feel neglected. A lovely setting to let the imagination roam as we worked to make out names and puzzle over the details on the markers.
I don't recall seeing markers in the form of a cut tree before. This one told a sad tale of a young woman who apparently died shortly after having a baby.
If you ask they will tell you anything you want to know about the place. Shiny objects appreciated in exchange for information.