2007 / The Baker Street Cemetery (located in West Roxbury, Massachusetts) is where many family members have been buried. With its densely-populated, subdivided “communities”—some named for towns in Poland or for neighborhoods in Boston and others (such as the Custom Tailors) named for the trade associations that sheltered their members in life—this Jewish cemetery seems the very opposite of the sylvan garden cemeteries which came into vogue in the late 19th century. With varying degrees of detailing, wrought-iron gates announce their residents’ relative affluence. At each gate stands a small brick chapel—and inside, for years now locked away from view, is a replica of a synagogue from the old country. Gravestones huddle and clump, locked in gossip; mothers, fathers, aunts, and children all lie together within the granite embrace of neighbors. The Baker Street Cemetery is more shtetl than sylvan, but to me it feels like home.