When my daughter was about 4, she and I drove out to Hillsboro, just west of Portland, Ore., to look at what has come to be called "Old Scots Church." That church has something rare in the western United States, a graveyard surrounding the building. Like the church, it goes back some 150 years, and is full of pioneer settlers to the Willamette Valley.
I love to look at graveyards and read the markers, imagining the lives of those great souls who lived so many decades before Facebook and got along fine without it. My daughter, not yet a reader, made a children's game out of the visit. She jumped from one marker to another without walking on the grass, trying to see how far she might hop on stone alone.