The book answers the question in the title. Having always been interested in people, I often wander through old graveyards, reading the inscriptions and pondering on the lives of those buried beneath.
Elizabeth has included different types of people; each one speaks personally to me. Her story of Wallace Hartley, a bandsman on the Titanic as it sank, reminded me of a grave (next to that of my parents in a quiet churchyard in Ireland) of another victim of that tragedy. The saddest was of the American bomber that crashed on a school in Freckleton, killing 38 young children in 1944.
Reading about Samuel Crompton and his spinning-mule reminded me of history lessons in school... The first story, of the giant, reminded me that I never liked to see people put on show because of some characteristic that sets them apart from others, just to entertain us, but Frederick Kempster was held in affection and honoured in death. There lies Francis Duckworth who composed hymns and here is Percy French whose verses about the Irish Railways of his time were familiar to me as I grew up.
The stories are arranged in alphabetical order of the places visited, while a sub-title gives the name of the person and a brief description. Photographs of the graves and monuments enhance the stories and I like the directions to guide any reader wishing to visit the places mentioned.
The illustration on the cover reminds me of the falling poppies at the service of remembrance. It was an appropriate time of year for publication because of Remembrance Day and All Saints Day. Latin inscriptions intrigue me, and Elizabeth translates one for us on page 10. On page 64 I loved the little rhyming verse and the story of the dialect poet and his wife to whom it refers. Overall, I have found this a delightful book, to be read, one story at a time.