It makes sense that for my 300th review, I would review something that is so dear to my heart....a cemetery. This is THE most unusual cemetery we have ever visited and probably one of the smallest. We came on the recommendation of a friend who had lived around the corner during his childhood years, when it was the straight out hood, he was the only white kid in a completely non-white neighborhood and he remembers that the masoleums were still open.
The cemetery is located in Compton, one of the most notoriously wicked, gang riddled neighborhoods ever immortalized by famous rapppers. I can only imagine how bad things were but like the bad neighborhoods we were grew up here in SD, all those gangsters got old/ended up in prison or dead....we felt no fear being there or in the neighborhood in the early afternoon.
Please read the article below, it is an excellent article on the cemtery/masoleum and the pictures are beautiful. This is not like many of the cemeteries we've visited in the past where famous people, beautiful cemetery art and history abounds. The only things that seperates this cemetery from others are the exquisite buildings that dominate the grounds. The article below describes them in far better detail that I could ever do but a couple of things do puzzle me.
As you enter the grounds, there are 2, 4? smaller bulidings that are also masoleums which are locked and chained. There is a masolueum here in San Diego which has declared that once 100 yrs has passed since the newest inhabitant was buried there, they will seal the buliding....I wonder if it is the same way here.
Both of the HUGE masuleaums were locked and on the way to the back, you will pass a very brightly colored, much smaller outdoor set of crypts that seem to have newly deceased people interred there.
There are many 'regular' type folks buried on the grounds and there are also crypts in the back but everything was locked up tight. There were a few people there but they looked as thought they were in the process of burying someone so we chose not to intrude.
All is all, a beautiful, but pretty boring place. Try the barbecue place across the street and down a couple of blocks, it's under new ownership and the que was pretty good. An odd thing did happen before we left which still has me shaking my head.
As we started to leave thru the front gates, I stopped so that I could look into the dirty windows of the smaller mausoleums to see if I could just catch a look of the crypts inside. I have been in many, many masoleums/cemeteries by myself and have never felt watched, scared, spooked or anything even remotely like that.
But as I started to look through the windows, I heard my husband call me in a weird, kind of strange voice, very unlike him. I turned to look at him and that split second that I started to turn back and look into the dirty glass, I knew with every certainty in my heart that someone would be looking back at me, nothing scary but maybe as curious about me as I was about them....but NOTHING happened except a slight cold breeze that passed over the back of my neck. But it was a cold, overcast day so that was probalby par for the course right? :o)
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