Across the street from my favorite old local cemetery is an equally old Jewish cemetery that I have never been to, mostly because there is no clear way to get in. I finally managed it today and, well, I am confused by what I found there.
See, this sign, which seems like it should be over the entrance, is actually standing pretty much in the middle of the cemetery. A few feet away is another sign of a similar design...but with a completely different name on it. After that, I found several stone entryways scattered about the place, all with different names and all standing in pretty much open space. I imagine that the main cemetery is split into different districts maintained by different organizations and temples, but for such a small, jumbled spit of land wedged between a factory row, railroad tracks and a busy main road, it winds up seeming rather silly.