Thursday, October 30, 2008

The Children's Hour

 
When looking for ghost stories sometimes all you have to so is go to your own backyard. Doing research I ran across a story of several hauntings at Rose Hills Cemetery (however their P.C. term is Memorial Park) whatever, dead people are put there.

One story is that in the 1960's there was a tragic school bus accident with elementary school aged children. There were no survivors. The children were buried at Rose Hills in a special area that is reserved for children only. It has been reported that the workers claimed to have heard the voices and laughter of children playing while attending to the grounds. The area has been made as cheerful as possible for a graveyard but I guess we should add playground to the name of the area.

An eternity spent in play doesn't sound so awful. My heart breaks for the living parents.
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3 comments:

Aggie said...

Aww, it's nice that they made a memorial fitting for the children. Sad when young ones are lost in tragic accidents like that. As you say, heartbreaking for the parents.
But maybe, after a time, it's a comfort to go visit and imagine them all playing happily there?

Yoga Gal said...

It's a place that is always filled with bright balloons and flowers and now pumpkins. Maybe it is a comfort to know they are in a eternal state of play? Being a grown up can be so painful.

dharmabum said...

this is so sad.