Cinematic Shadows
It’s better than every movie you’ve ever watched with a graveyard scene. I can picture the Sanderson sisters hovering over Willy’s grave on broomsticks and vacuums, Christine at her father’s tomb before she gets spirited away by the Phantom, and Weeping Angels converging ever closer with every blink. They can’t build sets this perfectly. It’s creepy. It’s beautiful. It’s serene, and yet the hair stands on my neck when I approach each mausoleum gate.
History, art, the forces of Mother Nature, and the collective memory of a colonial city hang thickly in the air, like the humidity that blackens the limestone. I love cemeteries, and Thornrose is my favorite.
The storm clouds make a fine setting for pictures today. Let me show you around.

The Gateway to 1853
This is the southeast gate. The tips of the turret are blackened as if they once held flames. I picture it lit, during its opening procession in 1853, passed by rows of Freemasons, Sons of Temperance, Odd Fellows, and other prominent citizens.


Silent Sentinels and Mourning
Marble: Beyond the main gatehouse to the west, a large marble mausoleum holds a statue titled “Staunton Mourning Her Dead”. Her flowers look as if they could have been picked yesterday. Behind her, separately, stand sentinel statues representing the four seasons. Lichen wisens their crowns.

The Heights of Fort Stonewall Jackson
The first interment at Thornrose was on March 29, 1853. A Confederate soldier had died while getting off a train. Later, some 1,700 Confederate soldiers came to rest in a mass grave here, under the watchful eye of a stone infantryman, 22 feet tall. This section of the cemetery is referred to as “Fort Stonewall Jackson”. Canons and Ornate planters, reminding us of death and life, prompting gratitude, surround the hilltop.

Guarded Bridges and Sweet Decay
The footbridge and tower were commissioned with many other improvements in the late 1890’s. For some reason, I’m shy of getting any closer. Perhaps the white stone lady guarding the tower, titled “Perpetual Care”, reminds me a bit of Morgan le Fay and her enchanted castle. Do I smell something sickly sweet on the breeze?



Victorian Gazes
The Echols and Miller children are among the most ornate of the statuary, a gorgeous example of Victorian art. Those eyes follow you.


As I walk, I have a hard time picking what to capture. Every angle and hilltop, every curve in the walk, feels as if someone stood in this very spot, arranging stones and trees, drops and rises just for an artist’s eye.






A Neighborhood of Stone
The imposing mausoleums on the southeast side are my final stop. Standing shoulder to shoulder, the structures look like homes on an urban neighborhood lane. I am struck by their beauty and intricately detailed gates. I wonder if the residents are, in fact, neighborly?








Thornrose commands admiration as it boasts its rich history and unique beauty. It stands out as one of the best of its kind in the United States. I obediently soak up the scene until my reservoirs are full. Back in the car, I decide to swing by the grocery store for some popcorn on the way home. I’ve got some movies to watch.














