An older woman showed up today with two others as I was ready to leave Mount Zion Church.
She looked at me when we passed each other, smiled and said, "Isn't it beautiful here?"
"Yes, but it's a bit neglected," I replied.
She introduced herself as Betty Baxter as she walked with a cane to a family grave. I told her my name and mentioned something about this photography essay.
It's the first day this month that I have seen more than the occasional woman with an unlit cigarette dangling from her mouth and walking her dog in this cemetery along Cracker Jack Road in Nottingham Township, Pa.
Mrs. Baxter went on to say the caretakers of this historic property once took good care of the small brick church that, today, needs restoration work.
"How long has it been closed?" I asked her.
"Oh about 20 years," she said. "It would be nice if they could get someone in there."
My sentiments, exactly.