Taken from my blog written in 2009 ~

The Woomer Cemetery was the best part of my trip. I have been longing to see this cemetery since my father told me about it when I was younger. When you first drive in you see the now abandoned home on the left-hand side that since becoming the Starr Farm has a large star in the middle of the once painted white boards of the home. On the right-hand side is what is left of a barn that once stood there covered in greenery that makes the ruin look almost beautiful. As you drive past the home you see the curtains that are still hanging in the windows and the beginning of the end of the home for the roof has collapsed near the back. Had I not been with anyone, I would have ventured father around the home as I'm sure if I ever return, the white shell of the past will no longer be there. Past the home is just an empty, grown-in field. After a slow, bumpy ride Jim stopped his car and told Dad and I the cemetery was through the trees to the right of us. Sue and Muriel waited in the car as the three of us walked through the tall grass. It had been raining earlier that morning so the grass was damp and each step made the bottom of my jeans heavier and my boots a darker brown. The view from this part of the prior Woomer Settlement was breathtaking. I stopped to take a few pictures and breathe in the smell of peace and serenity. The only thing I could hear was the footsteps of my father and Jim as they made their way closer to the cemetery. If there was an option to pick a place to be for all of eternity, I think this would be number one for me. Finally we reached a section of the tree line that allowed us to see a few standing stones. Unfortunately, these would be most of the few stones that are still standing there. My father, Jim and I walked through searching under the shrubs, fallen trees, and plant life for stones. Some were together, some were broken, most needed pulled out of the mud. Even though the cemetery is in complete disarray, it was the highlight of my trip and the most beautiful cemetery I have ever been to.

~Melissa Woomer

The Woomer Cemetery was the best part of my trip. I have been longing to see this cemetery since my father told me about it when I was younger. When you first drive in you see the now abandoned home on the left-hand side that since becoming the Starr Farm has a large star in the middle of the once painted white boards of the home. On the right-hand side is what is left of a barn that once stood there covered in greenery that makes the ruin look almost beautiful. As you drive past the home you see the curtains that are still hanging in the windows and the beginning of the end of the home for the roof has collapsed near the back. Had I not been with anyone, I would have ventured father around the home as I'm sure if I ever return, the white shell of the past will no longer be there. Past the home is just an empty, grown-in field. After a slow, bumpy ride Jim stopped his car and told Dad and I the cemetery was through the trees to the right of us. Sue and Muriel waited in the car as the three of us walked through the tall grass. It had been raining earlier that morning so the grass was damp and each step made the bottom of my jeans heavier and my boots a darker brown. The view from this part of the prior Woomer Settlement was breathtaking. I stopped to take a few pictures and breathe in the smell of peace and serenity. The only thing I could hear was the footsteps of my father and Jim as they made their way closer to the cemetery. If there was an option to pick a place to be for all of eternity, I think this would be number one for me. Finally we reached a section of the tree line that allowed us to see a few standing stones. Unfortunately, these would be most of the few stones that are still standing there. My father, Jim and I walked through searching under the shrubs, fallen trees, and plant life for stones. Some were together, some were broken, most needed pulled out of the mud. Even though the cemetery is in complete disarray, it was the highlight of my trip and the most beautiful cemetery I have ever been to.