Today, we rabbits hop east of Orlando on Highway 50 until we reach Christmas.I know, we're more than a month ahead of ourselves to be talking about the holiday.
I'm referring to the Town of Christmas, which was named for a fort established in this little corner of heaven during the Second Seminole War.
A replica stands just north of 50 on State Road 420. And, just before you reach the park grounds that are home to the modern incarnation of Fort Christmas, you will see this sign for the town's cemetery.
Inside, the oldest stone I could find was that of Mrs. Sarah Ann E. Rucker (nee Starling).If you can't make out the inscription, don't feel bad. It's hard to read. Here's a transcript:
S.A.E. Tucker
born
Nov. 16, 1827
died
June 29, 1899
There also appears to have been some inscription on the base of the stone, but my feeble eyes were unable to make heads or rabbit tails of it.
At the top of the stone are some fairly intricate tree branches. They're not the weeping willow types I've seen so often in area cemeteries. Instead, they stretch up . . . almost mimicking the real moss-laden oak trees that abound on the cemetery grounds. I guess, Mrs. Tucker wanted us to think about life everlasting instead of grief when we visited her stone.
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