It is an old family cemetery that dates back to the mid-1800s with its last burial in 1942. Years ago someone tried to mark the graves with white crosses, a gallant effort, but ultimately in vain. Today the forlorn old crosses sit haphazard among overgrown bushes, weeds and gloomy Spanish moss.

And while this old graveyard has a woeful and melancholy feel, it has its light-hearted touches. This ladder leaning against the tree, so handy to a number of graves, seems to be ready to help these souls start their climbs to their own personal Elysian Fields. Who doesn’t need a boost up; one last bit of help?