The situation was the same in Latvia when Mrs. Marathon Pundit was growing up. Only with a twist. Photographs were taken at these funerals--and sometimes caskets, and yes, bodies, got into the picture.
This post may not be for the squeamish.
The first few photographs are from the same funeral--that of the mother of Mrs. Marathon Pundit's godmother, Lūcija Brikša. My wife--wearing a scarf--is in front of the coffin.
The pallbearers are carrying Brikša's body out of the front door of her home in Ogre. Notice the slipshod communist-era brickwork on the building on the right--where another family lived.
Another picture from the same funeral: Mrs. MP is on the left--behind her is her mother, Ida Ecētāja Arkliņa. On her right are Mrs. Marathon Pundit's godparents.
A Lutheran minister offers prayers.
An impressive floral display.
The funeral of Mrs. Marathon Pundit's aunt, Elza Rimsa. Her son, Gunnars Masulis, is the man in the glasses on the left--to his right is my mother-in-law. To see more pictures of Masulis, scroll down to the related posts at the bottom of this entry. Mrs. MP is the child holding a wreath.
Bodies were not often embalmed in Latvia in those days--and I don't believe they are now.
Cemeteries in Latvia are much different than American graveyards. There are more trees and there is a park-like feeling within.
This is a funeral of one of my wife's neighbors in the small town of Sece.
Another photograph from the same funeral--my mother-in-law is on the far right.
A final walk for the deceased.
Time has not been kind to some of these photographs.
"Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life."
Revelations, 2:10
Related posts:
Soviet Army Christmas and New Year cards and photos
Vintage photo: Latvian farm scene
Sece, Latvia's World War I German cemetery
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