Scott and I have known each other since high school, but it seems that in all our years of acquaintance and 1.5 years of marriage we have managed to miss out on discussing one major philosophical difference-our attitudes in regards to cemetaries.
We know favorite foods and colors, clothing sizes and religious preference, but we disagree on whether or not cemetaries are "creepy". Normally I would just hash this out with him until we reached some sort of understanding, but since he fell asleep in the middle of the conversation I'm forced to explain myself elsewhere.
I was fortunate enough to spend most of my growing up years living in a very old house in an incredibly rural area. (It's technically a village, but I believe our family of ten constituted more than 50% of the population.) If you walk out my parent's front door at a 45 degree angle to the right and continue across the street, you will find yourself at the entrance to an old Presbyterian church with adjoining cemetary.
I absolutely love that spot. The church itself is only opened two Sundays a year for Memorial and Labor Day services, and the rest of the time it's locked up and left to gather dust, since the better part of the congregation now attends the newer church in the town four miles over. There is a large border of shrubs that guards the churchyard from the roadway, and the yard itself has beautiful ancient maple and oak trees that have probably been there for nearly two hundred years. There's a dirt and gravel path that horseshoes around the church so people can drive through, but my sisters and I all used it to bike on and as an extra loop for our dog walking excursions. Occasionally I would take walks through the plots by myself since it was nice and quiet and there were so many interesting things to see. Some of the headstones in the oldest part of the cemetary date back to the Civil War, which gave me some interesting story fodder in my early writing days. It's a really pretty, peaceful spot, and it was never looked upon as particularly morbid when someone in the house would announce "I'm going for a walk in the cemetary".
When I moved away to college I was delighted to find out that small college town's cemetary was similar to the one I had left at home- out of the way and quiet, with big leafy trees and lots of surrounding yard buffered from the rest of town by a big stone gate and tall shrubbery. During early autumn I would hike down from the dorms with a bag of books and a cd player and do music theory homework under a large oak tree, enjoying the peace and taking an occasional break to stroll around the paths. My first real college date actually included a walk through the cemetary, and whenever I was stressed out or angry my boyfriend would march me out to the car and take me for a walk in the "garden of the dead". Picnic lunches of chinese food on the lawn were not unheard of, and if a friend was having a bad day a walk through the cemetary and half an hour of listening to the wind blow through the leaves usually cheered them up nicely.
During conversation this evening at bedtime I casually mentioned my love of the cemetary back home and hubby was appalled. "Doesn't that creep you out?" he sputtered. "I mean, what if you SAW something????" I'm not a horror movie afficionado, so zombies and flesh eating ghouls aren't the first things I think of when cemetaries are mentioned. Hubby, however, has seen more of these shows than I can count, so the idea of pleasure walks between headstones gives him a serious case of the heebie-jeebies. I'm sure it will be even worse if I do manage to drag him out for a walk, because I have been known to apologize aloud if I accidentally step on a gravesite.
I just had a truly naughty thought- would it be wrong if I had a friend hide somewhere behind a tree, then after apologizing have them toss out a "no problem" with hubby in earshot? Yes, it probably would. Bad Megin. *stifles an evil laugh behind her hand*
Anyway, I find cemetaries nice and not particularly terrifying. How about the rest of you? Honest opinions are welcome, and if a referral number for a psychiatrist shows up I promise not to take offense. ;)