www.benlovejoy.com | Harry Chapin's grave

You can find my main Harry Chapin page here.

This page gives directions to Harry's grave by public transport from Manhattan. For road directions, see here. I think those may bring you in to a different entrance as the directions to his grave once in the cemetery don't work. (Fortunately, a local pointed me in the right direction.)

From Manhattan, go to Penn Station on the Long Island Rail Road, which is at 7th and 34th (next to Macey's). Take a Huntington train to Huntingdon. These seem to be about twice an hour, and the journey takes a little over an hour. From there, a $5 cab ride takes you to Huntingdon Rural Cemetery. If there's more than one entrance, you want the one opposite Rosa's Cycle Shop.

From the cemetery entrance, you'll face the office and can go either left or right. Turn right.

You will almost immediately reach a staggered cross-roads in the path - go straight ahead.
The path bears left - stay on it, and keep climbing the hill.
At the top of the hill, you'll reach a T-junction, with the path to the left a grass one. Turn left onto the grass path.
Which looks like this - the path isn't very distinct at this point.
You walk uphill for a few feet then start walking downhill. Almost immediately is this monument on the right. Turn right immediately past it, up an uphill grass path.
Which looks like this. Again, it's not a very distinct path. Just walk straight up to the top.
To reach a T-junction with a paved path. Turn left onto it.
Almost immediately, you will see a tree and another pointed monument. Turn right there (keeping them on your right).
This is the view facing down the path with the tree and monument to your right. Walk down this grass path.
About 20-30 feet down the path, you'll see some small shrubs on the left. These surround Harry's grave.
The grave itself is a rough boulder with some plants around it. It's very much a wild and living grave, unlike many of the sterile ones around it.
A closer view of the boulder.
And the perfect inscription.
On top of the boulder, people have left some pebbles, coins, etc. There was also a very faded card from someone who wrote 'You are still the only song, Harry'.

I thought it was a nice touch, to read a message from someone else who'd visited, so I left a little note of my own, held in place with a beautiful piece of bark I found in the woodlands above the cemetery.

Like the previous note, it would only last until the next rainfall, but the transitory nature of it felt appropriate.

I'm glad I went. I spent a couple of hours there, remembering some of the times in my life that his songs captured so well. But the strongest sense I had while standing at his graveside was that Harry isn't here. He lives on in his songs, in the work of World Hunger Year, in the memories of those who knew him - and in the memories of people who, like me, view him as the friend we never met.

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