A wide open country road with farms and scattered houses left me nowhere to stop. When passing this small cemetery not much larger than an acre, I drove down the road a little bit to find a place to pull over. Yet, with all the wide open landscape, I had to spin around in the attempt to find a place to park. Finally, I had to retreat further back when I pulled off the road to the only place available. To my luck it was in a large mud puddle partially blocking a gate into a field. Unless pulling up onto someone's private property, there was no where else to go.

The Wantage First Methodist Episcopal Church Cemetery literally sat on the road with a few run-down steps leading into it. Slightly overgrown and a bit neglected, I found that there was little to no written history on this small piece of God's Acre.

 

 

 

The only identification letting me know what cemetery I was in was an old homemade plywood sign with stick on letters. Won't be too long for the wood to rot away and the sign falling to the ground.

 

 

A blooming Yucca Plant

 

 

 

 

 

Many stones cracked in half and pieced back together