tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28612012574643199702023-11-16T01:42:24.489-06:00Last WordsCemetery Wanderings and Studies in Mortuary IconographyFinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979223945761853776noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-8857230094281064202012-02-02T08:59:00.003-06:002012-02-02T09:16:49.214-06:00What's in a name? Maybe a cemetery!I learned something interesting about the last town I lived in. The town was named Killeen in 1881, after Frank P. Killeen, the assistant general manager of the Gulf, Colorado, and Santa Fe railway, who built the town on land along the tracks being laid through Central Texas. The Killeen family apparently stuck around, because there are number of them buried in Killeen City Cemetery. <div><br /></div><div>I always thought the name sounded vaguely Irish, but according to <a href="http://breeheritage.ie/2012/01/ballymorris-childrens-burial-ground/">an article I recently read about a children's burial ground in Ireland</a>, the name "Killeen" itself is an old Celtic word (<em style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 14px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: sans-serif; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto; ">cillĂn</em><span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">/killeen</span>) for a burial ground for unbaptized children, the mentally disabled, those who committed suicides, and others prohibited from burial in consecrated ground in the 16th century.</div><div><span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "></span></div><div><br /></div><div>The especially interesting part about this is that in order to have gotten such a thing as a surname, some distant ancestor of the Killeen family must have been very closely associated with such a burial ground.</div>Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03931111099486296927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-952412343403638922012-02-01T09:07:00.001-06:002012-02-01T09:07:00.353-06:00Wednesday's Child: Darling Infant Son (and Family)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSD6lv09HZNHHRW_P2O0uIhuGQxJD99nytIC_DCpeZxYo1X2-Fv6m3v7ABKnZ0FB3hSr7SnkuPbkvverAlx5Xjl6lWVlCV0P_zoTMIdskedF_cojPB7BGSJXkgh6ASHShFEiwK8tvQbdjf/s1600/Upload7.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSD6lv09HZNHHRW_P2O0uIhuGQxJD99nytIC_DCpeZxYo1X2-Fv6m3v7ABKnZ0FB3hSr7SnkuPbkvverAlx5Xjl6lWVlCV0P_zoTMIdskedF_cojPB7BGSJXkgh6ASHShFEiwK8tvQbdjf/s400/Upload7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704010688719117474" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The Darling Infant Son of John Franklin and Lecy (White) Brothers is buried in the Brothers family plot with his parents and his father's first wife, Susan Tennessee Brothers. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx-gVgXlEAl9-sYG4iVAaM3MuksNXAtsUlRwD-qtaRn8_ljRwaWIFtFMNtNPP4Ymx5v5Nd4TuRnBR_ry6mJg1bG8DzT7TeaD_H4eZYCkW81BHDMAuZwLp-NV2TmYVVdms6neZ80r92YPMx/s400/Upload6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704010684160566882" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Infant Brothers' obelisk is surprisingly ornate for an infant in this area. Obelisks for infants seem rare in Central Texas; most of the baby gravestones that I have seen in Bell County tend to be smaller, often engraved with a resting lamb or a dove, but less ornate than that of the Brothers baby.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpo2z8Tv9dEckjJGwTV_ia8SeNytmRYfS0rQjLWYzjRdWbdAT0s5HVGECSTkiiXQ65cTbz764ZMeu9wr88beNbQ7Hwjy5_uNonV4ZtdX4yv4b4CFbHx70Z3fyEucc7eiVA5jREmHxi1arN/s400/Upload5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704010683656836786" /></div><div><br /></div><div>The obelisk features a resting lamb, which is a fairly common motif for infant gravestones, but Darling Infant's lamb rests beneath a radiant star. The scene is reminiscent of the nativity, with the Lamb of God resting beneath the star.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPACeIUkGOAla_otL81qQBQpr6BlEbs69qIImn__rGNNlRoTG8JCudJM_eujGvKMhTt-nKvBUiYeE4IAT93G92qJcEKTxWuqWPQ95WFmL-5aSFITv0-I3fhrISWQYgtjyCH5wsLew9NQ_B/s400/Upload4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704009453172952034" /></div><div><br /></div><div>John Franklin Brothers' first wife, Susan Tennessee, died in 1901.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihX_uSdf_-UlLFSwEnNrQV-WPN0Q8_agR510MrrYVUYgleii8A4RrJFVMkKkBCjIaZ82jPKmKqEsqkiPpPEDTcbvAq2lZYvhj61mQ3_qcuzJGoWcXCdu74eawW9Q69JXaoLO6eWGW0yX9a/s400/Upload3point5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704009451053744050" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>J.F. and Lecy must have married by the end of 1902 (not an uncommon practice at the time), because their son was stillborn on September 7, 1903. Lecy would have been about twenty years old on her wedding day, and her husband would have been more than twice her age (also not uncommon at the time). J.F. preceded her in death in 1937, when he was buried beside his first wife and his son. </div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvA93BUb4bxCe9zCSSFxbSxtrcA5ZhEwETl-FGMNpUs1HqH8Pp7OMxPj9IBI9Oc4SUoi9f7SZNrQcyTd05p3BD_exFCd69XUXMFYE2J0392bGtmnnJqSmpgEyPJEXNNJQVnbHSgMBH9h5C/s400/Upload3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704009446879156354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>His gravestone is beautiful and interesting in its own right, a massive stone block rather than the slender obelisks of his infant son and first wife.</div><div><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0q2IjOT2BoCknhlMWg1vNby33y7IGf7lOkhaWT1MTwNfACq6xSOssEAgNCJtxrZ0p2cYbdJcNv5mpOkgeydrXiXiFPyfvD30JqkDJXg3CmNJZqBTcp6GTtdsv6VSW_r8BmpwEaEaJYaVa/s400/Upload2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704009435791694290" /><div><br /></div><div>Lecy lived on until 1973, when she was laid to rest between her late husband and their son.</div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYoIkxBB0gt1P0Rqtms5rKNpEzzUgpLF7D-SKX4-m-c686oAavP2M-Y9EbEvH5JatpnI0W2y1-xqgD2tGIDRc9tbq4GXX1aRYmNMBq9-Ib1AjsMwJVh0W_C3pxlC20qQ4H8jKeZ8L1tXMe/s400/Upload1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704009431209593826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></div><div><br /></div>Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03931111099486296927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-65455332349241299472012-01-31T08:31:00.000-06:002012-01-31T09:33:15.540-06:00Tombstone Tuesday: Come Ye Blessed<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibqL4ASPnzCf16AtYRJOUZNqqoIWGi9eBXMvddqJt1MLtfhfrzIri_AMf_v295h8dcN6ssc2bgo-isSZxyuXxEWpBMv5Qg1b91PtTYXXWMc8VDAUw8uhD0gEtJNmwew25QOdQreU48orW-/s1600/upload4.JPG" style="text-align: left; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibqL4ASPnzCf16AtYRJOUZNqqoIWGi9eBXMvddqJt1MLtfhfrzIri_AMf_v295h8dcN6ssc2bgo-isSZxyuXxEWpBMv5Qg1b91PtTYXXWMc8VDAUw8uhD0gEtJNmwew25QOdQreU48orW-/s320/upload4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703532939021508850" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=66049558">M.P. Beck (1860-1920)</a> is buried in Killeen City Cemetery alongside her husband, <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=66049607">Samuel Vivian Beck (1859-1931)</a>. Her gravestone is a beautiful podium bearing a closed book, with an open gate motif on its front above the epitaph.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8keB21K5i4NXgTYl88rT0AGwlbV8XS4WdTDuAKObKPdgki8Wn_RhuPXmboWoanxbIG70Okfabt6rpPh9z9MmFTcESU_BFx5Pf-4t7g-FDZInJzqi46sfmAEACzpq8x1NafFbIxYsca0xk/s320/upload2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703534620143859314" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div><br /></div>This open gate iconography was evidently a popular choice for Central Texas graveston<br />es of the early twentieth century. I have seen and documented several in cemeteries around Killeen. Once, I <a href="http://lastwordsblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/optical-illusion-willow-tree-and-gate.html">mistook the open space in the middle of a particularly weathered example for a willow tree</a> (a much rarer image in this area). Most depict an open gate with a a star in the sky on the far side of the gate. The image symbolizes the gates of heaven, open for the faithful to enter (hence the caption above the gate, "COME ALL YE BLESSED.")<div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggzimE3psx-116MHKSv059E1DnkuRBwytha5R6TovawIHISPnUh_mQAC6GllywrSdvbqiX1_SwVZOjXB_cHdF36uH7M75h6O7DUczZSpGwH7TV-Cee0c_dvnmg4-Lop_kkoUejMoArtx2k/s320/upload3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703536472361970610" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div>Atop the podium, the closed book is a slightly less common (though not unheard of, by any means) sight in Bell County, especially in combination with the gate. Open books are slightly more common than closed ones, but either usually represents the Bible.</div><div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I am still trying to identify the plant whose branch adorns the sides of the podium. Does anyone out there have any suggestions?</div><div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Samuel Vivian Beck died eleven years after his wife, and his gravestone sits alongside hers, smaller and much simpler in a more modern style (although plenty of gravestones from the 1930s still bear more of a resemblance to Mrs. Beck's than to Mr. Beck's; the 1930s seem to have been a period of transition in gravestone art, although my evidence for that is strictly anecdotal so far).</div><div><br /></div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQCVMMqFweDl_qDafFk7vWtpqkEmyVot8NF5lRa1mxSefixro_upkHMAug1eBkF0wVSs0feMXcIfOi_UrfI7mOAtRB3yJZgljqQZzfiS9raSeZOFLFGAnDP58xmqw73aFO_7CDHKlm-Jp6/s320/DSCF2090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703537820282903282" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>Mrs. Beck's epitaph is weathered with age, but it still says:</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>M.P. Beck</i></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>wife of</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>S.V. Beck</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Feb. 10, 1856</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>June 16, 1920</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Gone but not forgotten</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibqL4ASPnzCf16AtYRJOUZNqqoIWGi9eBXMvddqJt1MLtfhfrzIri_AMf_v295h8dcN6ssc2bgo-isSZxyuXxEWpBMv5Qg1b91PtTYXXWMc8VDAUw8uhD0gEtJNmwew25QOdQreU48orW-/s1600/upload4.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhCz-Vap9wtjrW9205aT8Jv09Arih-pB6rB7fllHvaq6HgUr7XegEYFBrZs-KGpjqGkWe_p67QJQE51bwCuFbd-ZzwoglSKFVgQjKovlCOLPY_k5b-QUwHAgJRW8WgHZfHv6OEFWFk_JRn/s320/upload1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703533372095435410" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><div></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03931111099486296927noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-82666060324372624312012-01-30T14:06:00.003-06:002012-01-30T15:34:02.105-06:00Once More, with Portraits!<div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div>Last Words is finally back, after a slightly disruptive relocation to El Paso, Texas! This week, I'll be posting the last of my photos from Killeen. On that last visit to Killeen City Cemetery back in September, I found the shared gravestone of <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=shafer&GSfn=clinton&GSbyrel=all&GSdyrel=all&GSst=46&GScnty=2533&GScntry=4&GSob=n&GRid=71844946&df=all&">Clinton Lewis Shafer (1886-1954)</a> and <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=71844943">Sadie H. (Parmer) Shafer (1890-1970)</a>. </div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA-EYErUklDxAZTQZQ991bOwobIzIvxxspU1n_jKqDElCvSis1YSX3i7yepa3QW2MnqoLKprfgz2HS-vA6cHz3VwVd1qH14zLiuuuBQ3cfqeblDFUNCf-xrdtUvJqT2VWVEDAD5g7d5l3z/s320/upload4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703540829388527122" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>The Parmers are a fairly prominent family in Killeen's history, and they are still part of the community; I recall serving some of Mrs. Shafer's relatives when I worked at <a href="http://rescuefins.blogspot.com/search/label/funeral%20home">the funeral home</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdsX2CooAX9zv1_0N12p78Qm2hlOpOLH1fz5Fr5r9ohlGSqiptnuvgHF5ym_lpbGAGt4B4yGgichy4DN6JlPSeoi46SgI-wrGg4ei6lPZxrHWY-gztUSuW0JsnzJSOAFBGEYDftX5i7Hj9/s320/upload3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703540817787892034" /></div><div><div><br /></div><div>The portraits were what caught my attention, though. Gravestones and epitaphs become very familiar once gravestone photography becomes a hobby and/or mortuary iconography becomes a serious research interest, but there is something immediate and personal about seeing a person's face there that often catches me by surprise. </div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyLvMZpIxrEkrnoZQ4jO2srZx5QIoFzygxJ3t4TCFUE6KtfToJSyd0Uf0Yk8xoVWyGWG_xr4pcmFntWWwBQUEhqcUR3uATsEZY_1byWufSQvsAxhxfDbgj0ln3pMhDic76zlRIX5P5HKZ9/s320/upload2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703540817371191154" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Portraits on gravestones were fairly popular in the early twentieth century, and black-and-white photographs set in stone dot the older sections of most cemeteries. These photographs are printed on ceramic plaques which are then mounted into an indention in the gravestone, which you can see in this (otherwise sort of oddly angled) picture of Mr. Shafer's portrait.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzPxmupJcXvVPv0nLm8QLYLXBN5jKqa6Y5EAipnkNRd7mhRAQ0jiC1sU3jCbzWF_3lQtfBSDfm-9GCswreiWJM-eD_DtCr86xU8sBmGXFjTlc9wKhQdEBqdWL_eK3dE8oXbJ3eVeC-k77C/s320/upload1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703540813263283826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div>When researching <a href="http://lastwordsblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/tombstone-tuesday-portraits-set-in.html">an earlier post about portraits a few months ago</a>, I discovered that some contemporary marker companies still offer this service, though I haven't seen many gravestones from the last couple of decades that incorporate pictures.</div></div>Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03931111099486296927noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-39997017042356968692011-11-26T00:42:00.003-06:002011-11-26T00:53:15.842-06:00Orange Gravestones- Halloween 2011<div style="text-align: left;">We're in the process of moving, so while I'm unpacking my camera and my stash of gravestone photos, and while I'm finding new cemeteries to explore here in El Paso, enjoy these slightly outdated photos of the gravestone-themed pumpkins I carved for Halloween!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNtm8jFIlxICSUCt5qvWnhzB6FBDRQ8eOIO-GItz5nyvxj6Fytsjrd0qOlYKX3mZwIuvB6xlpD5oOLvRxWrI3VOjG8UZRDHkwu_CgDbSk0lzAVTEcP2nbprFg1ZrkcHiCNMGho3hltQtEX/s320/DSCF2177.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679192808755991042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>My zombie hand turned out much better than I expected it to, but it "wilted" pretty quickly. The creepy part came after that, when it stood up on its own again for another day or so. Zombies... What can you do?</div><div><br /></div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRi2pNyo_bLJiL8w36t3VCjX2fX_2BIv-jwiyIf2ENl6To3zYVcp94sJjX2htgShsjEmhYrtbNb9VAv8o2K8Wqf_wWo7UfXKI5D8zq-NefPN_l3MjEmbuNj5WZPlBcW7trUcUdIpxjl_e/s320/DSCF2198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679192814198297522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div>I thought the inversion of this pattern was really cool. I also thought the creepy overhanging branches were challenging to carve and ended up looking oddly like a pair of lungs.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2QSAn7MG2s2K6g8H_isjxJF9H48pAPHdCQuXiRjysqc7nUWPl847x4B6ZkmQ3hgJRkgw9gCNO__VCCEEqs8wxpD2-xbShXXIFuUD5v3Z1Dmg8F5tKgETKheou1zPqKKGnyIfmFYovVXNG/s320/DSCF2194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679192819349753314" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div>It's sort of simple, but I thought it was really pretty. I had to edit out a goofy-looking cartoon ghost when I transferred the pattern onto the pumpkin.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Pictures of all 18 of our pumpkins should be up on Shutterfly and/or <a href="http://rescuefins.blogspot.com">One Day at a Time</a> as soon as I get around to it, which will hopefully be within the week.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pictures of, and notes about, actual gravestones from out here on the border should be up sometime next week, and I'll continue running pictures from back in Killeen while they last.</div></div>Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979223945761853776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-51097758337236664692011-09-15T20:33:00.004-05:002011-09-15T21:36:41.559-05:00A Sailor in Central Texas- Eddie Bishop (1898-1919)A couple of months ago, I was intrigued by a <a href="http://gravestoned.blogspot.com/">Gravestoned</a> <a href="http://gravestoned.blogspot.com/2011/07/have-laid-down-my-life.html">post about a soldier's grave in Ohio</a>. The gravestone of George Snyder, Jr. (d. 1862) featured <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjozscmWpgFhglDqX_SMzJDDmoGEUouHr3LVAqzjfSDx5T7qXj4UqF1L0gNquIiE7IqxlbZKqhCt-kaE5cDKARcsjIKW_xYnmtLCzHewucD_y5ThpTNWqw-AKUcNfABlVIPOY7WaC06yS4/s1600/GeorgeSnyder.jpg">a carving, in deep relief, of a soldier</a> in the uniform of the Union Army, standing at attention with his rifle.<br /><br />Curious, I asked <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/08519895209103937190">Pugbug</a> whether she had seen similar imagery elsewhere. She replied, "I do not see that often in this part of Ohio. In fact, I only remember one other--and it was mixed with other symbols (flag, etc) and badly weathered."<br /><br />That response explains why I got so excited last weekend when I discovered a remarkably similar carving on a gravestone in <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GRid=9680527&CRid=2907&">our city cemetery here in Killeen, Texas</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBuDsRf1g8yRKaJlOhuVVsXRTfCPvogddGkiUifS5gVY85weMaXWIhtBw7STihw-vAmdNb4CnRL3-Wz7U5mFNnfk3iK3lPpurK7t6Rr2Q1NJz4lkDlNDZF6yKzIZhe_aWwQvArO3jDmtVd/s1600/DSCF2062.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBuDsRf1g8yRKaJlOhuVVsXRTfCPvogddGkiUifS5gVY85weMaXWIhtBw7STihw-vAmdNb4CnRL3-Wz7U5mFNnfk3iK3lPpurK7t6Rr2Q1NJz4lkDlNDZF6yKzIZhe_aWwQvArO3jDmtVd/s400/DSCF2062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652777931197817362" border="0" /></a><br />This World War I sailor standing at attention is a 21-year-old Gunner's Mate, Third Class from Alabama.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image1.findagrave.com/photos/2009/230/9680502_125071986237.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 880px;" src="http://image1.findagrave.com/photos/2009/230/9680502_125071986237.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />His name is <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=9680502">Eddie Bishop (1898-1919)</a>, and after serving his country in World War I, he died of the measles while in South Carolina.<br /><br />I recently contacted his great-great nephew <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=mr&MRid=46607715">Don Clark</a> to request permission to use the wonderful personal photographs Mr. Clark shared on <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=9680502">GM3 Bishop's memorial page</a>, which he very kindly gave me, along with a note that Eddie Bishop was the youngest of the fourteen children born to <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=9680527">Benjamin Henry Bishop (1850-1929)</a> and <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=9680540">Susan Elizabeth (Belcher) Bishop (1849-1936)</a>.<br /><br />Sadly, 21-year-old Eddie was not the Bishops' first lost child, nor the last; the couple lost an infant son, <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=40868326">Barnie Vinson Bishop (1883-1884)</a>, in 1884, and would lose another son, <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=40820955">George Henry (1879-1925)</a> before Mr. Bishop's passing in 1929. Mrs. Bishop lived on to see the death of her daughter <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=33338889">Laura Alma (1878-1932)</a> just four years before her own passing in 1936.<br /><br />Benjamin Henry and Susan Elizabeth Bishop and a number of their children are also buried in <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GRid=9680527&CRid=2907&">Killeen City Cemetery</a>.<br /><br />The epitaph on Eddie Bishop's gravestone, though weathered and faint, lovingly refers to this 21-year-old combat veteran as "our baby."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8m0g9cV2AiBza7gqVLxYVCk8W2lSEzz2skO_Q-h7Ezk6DhJBG0e9ZF_Ns2pGXO2Z275SxLFVAZmjZLPtpNo9hYE3-yVBMNWPY6yeCOILlmvM16wbjM8zsUTvviW2laeq0W6TwQ416WX4Q/s1600/DSCF2063.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8m0g9cV2AiBza7gqVLxYVCk8W2lSEzz2skO_Q-h7Ezk6DhJBG0e9ZF_Ns2pGXO2Z275SxLFVAZmjZLPtpNo9hYE3-yVBMNWPY6yeCOILlmvM16wbjM8zsUTvviW2laeq0W6TwQ416WX4Q/s400/DSCF2063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652777938872668290" border="0" /></a><br />I found myself oddly moved by that small detail- first, because it spoke poignantly of his parents' obvious affection and grief, but also because of the apparent universality of parents' endearing tendency to see us that way no matter what we might do in life or how old we might be. "Parents," I thought with a fond smile and a shake of my head that referred to both GM3 Bishop's parents and my own, and wondered whether Eddie Bishop would have shared my sentimental musings.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image1.findagrave.com/photos/2009/229/9680502_125062081189.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 480px;" src="http://image1.findagrave.com/photos/2009/229/9680502_125062081189.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />As a soldier's wife, I understand that not all of the hazards of service come from enemy fire. George Snyder's epitaph reminded the viewer, in very expressive first-person, that "I have laid down my life for my country's sake." So did Eddie Bishop- like many other young men of his generation and countless others before and since.<br /><br />Rest in well-deserved peace.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcgTdjG8teXQhD92ZwmUf06g6a_i96aljN_ZU7GfvYotWtyMdwXUpvX_LCFnLYcJCi7ZgA7S0uhu0S7NzstJLpeLctLIgfRdQnXeKA2cMxP0t6WWwtuyUpagg13zEfeU9lp3WXu756_4hE/s1600/DSCF2061.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcgTdjG8teXQhD92ZwmUf06g6a_i96aljN_ZU7GfvYotWtyMdwXUpvX_LCFnLYcJCi7ZgA7S0uhu0S7NzstJLpeLctLIgfRdQnXeKA2cMxP0t6WWwtuyUpagg13zEfeU9lp3WXu756_4hE/s400/DSCF2061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652777923540843698" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(All photos of Eddie Bishop and his parents are borrowed from the </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=9680502">Eddie Bishop memorial page</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> on </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.findagrave.com/">Find-A-Grave</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> with the gracious permission of </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=mr&MRid=46607715">Don Clark</a><span style="font-style: italic;">)</span>Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979223945761853776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-8356241607156989962011-09-14T05:37:00.003-05:002011-09-14T05:37:00.645-05:00Wednesday's Child: The Blair Twins (1900)In the old section of <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GSln=Blair&GSiman=1&GScid=2907&CRid=2907&pt=Killeen%20City%20Cemetery&">Killeen City Cemetery</a>, beneath matching gravestones with matching stone doves, rest a pair twin girls, <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=Blair&GSiman=1&GScid=2907&GRid=74538432&">Jennie Blair</a> and <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=Blair&GSiman=1&GScid=2907&GRid=74538456&">Jimmie Blair</a>.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOMNuSoKEokSpy7CQkl9c_-60NpHCDB9z5dcer9n5iFhxi-1JNhQfYw2cjdA_rBSQAmk32t8aXfzjpv8oososNUyJNLYLjVm5WpLTG6v7ioCXWounmBZw6P-Jd5WTIV2H0ipi0cR-SpmuN/s1600/DSCF2149.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOMNuSoKEokSpy7CQkl9c_-60NpHCDB9z5dcer9n5iFhxi-1JNhQfYw2cjdA_rBSQAmk32t8aXfzjpv8oososNUyJNLYLjVm5WpLTG6v7ioCXWounmBZw6P-Jd5WTIV2H0ipi0cR-SpmuN/s400/DSCF2149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652057615680061906" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdhslafFuK3jFuTkqUqcJrW1jmZuzkfHcxCgYF2syVDnDLbBF0yvxxxxR7BOHuvc1Nmfh9HizqdU8AV8ZykVlGUlSJ5ch90db64ZUQoqA7NgAcl85le72jjUwGEIkNcVOlHB3RrS677iBA/s1600/DSCF2145.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdhslafFuK3jFuTkqUqcJrW1jmZuzkfHcxCgYF2syVDnDLbBF0yvxxxxR7BOHuvc1Nmfh9HizqdU8AV8ZykVlGUlSJ5ch90db64ZUQoqA7NgAcl85le72jjUwGEIkNcVOlHB3RrS677iBA/s400/DSCF2145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652057609258614194" border="0" /></a></div><br />Born together on November 19, 1900, the girls' deaths were separated by only a week; Jennie died the next day, November 20, and her sister Jimmie followed on November 27.<br /><br />[date images]<br /><br />They share the same sadly hopeful epitaph.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFR5wDiQzrAoGzc7-cejCTJYP2vyOz2wOD8H0fYp3f7LdCbbAL6V4BO8hq7__PfL8nlW3HjK2fGR66WbmQtGYBwepLUWA1FVKE7ufsXsNeWE29kAuOanpsk_DwjzLb4L0sV6yBiuFjoNai/s1600/DSCF2152.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFR5wDiQzrAoGzc7-cejCTJYP2vyOz2wOD8H0fYp3f7LdCbbAL6V4BO8hq7__PfL8nlW3HjK2fGR66WbmQtGYBwepLUWA1FVKE7ufsXsNeWE29kAuOanpsk_DwjzLb4L0sV6yBiuFjoNai/s400/DSCF2152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652059603230434882" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Our darling one has gone before, to greet us on the blissful shore.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I can only imagine what must have caused the deaths of these newborns, or how their parents must have grieved.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqJlh2uOostlRi6HZeNaM3eDyT5-ppyFO1qriQ97Yl_QpHSVGnV-0AjA8qWGnxkV4uEA-ECmKefINv42qO5Kn3DOvjs8LfgsML4Zttl7q7s_A57hZfPyx0waFszVGllRT5dLxdB1cA9szD/s1600/DSCF2143.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqJlh2uOostlRi6HZeNaM3eDyT5-ppyFO1qriQ97Yl_QpHSVGnV-0AjA8qWGnxkV4uEA-ECmKefINv42qO5Kn3DOvjs8LfgsML4Zttl7q7s_A57hZfPyx0waFszVGllRT5dLxdB1cA9szD/s400/DSCF2143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652059599278464450" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div></div>Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979223945761853776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-29411756462518540362011-09-13T05:39:00.001-05:002011-09-13T07:04:30.768-05:00You're certainly welcome, Mr. PolkLast weekend, my husband and I were out in <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GRid=9680502&CRid=2907&">our local cemetery</a> trying to fill in some missing photographs on Find-A-Grave.<br /><br />We were working in the older sections of the cemetery, so not many people were around; the couple of people who were at the cemetery so early on a Saturday morning were all visiting more recently deceased family members in the newer sections, so I wasn't too worried about having to answer questions about what we were doing there with our camera and our notebook.<br /><br />Maybe there wouldn't be questions anyway, but I always worry. Maybe I just have a guilty conscience.<br /><br />About midway through the morning, a family parked not far from our car and strolled into the section we were walking through. They paused at a family plot a couple of lots over, then one of the guys walked over toward where my husband and I were- Greg with his camera and floppy hat and I with my notebook and pen.<br /><br />"Who are you looking for?" he asked conversationally. I shrugged and held up my notebook in a vaguely explanatory gesture and replied that we had a long list. He asked if I had any Polks on my list, and I apologetically explained that I was only as far along as A's and B's in this section.<br /><br />That got a politely questioning look.<br /><br />I was oddly reluctant to just say "I'm doing this for <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/">Find-A-Grave</a>," because I tend to be sort of absurdly self-conscious about pretty much everything anyway, and I was afraid that someone out visiting deceased relatives who was unfamiliar with the site might somehow be offended or think we had no business being there, and I didn't want either odd looks or a confrontation. Like I said, I think it's a guilty conscience.<br /><br />Instead, I stammered something like "Well, I'm a volunteer photographer- even though I'm making my husband take the pictures today- for this online grave database for genealogy researchers-" and nodded.<br /><br />"Oh, I know that website," he said. As we talked a bit more before they left for the day, it turned out that his daughter had recommended <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/">Find-A-Grave</a> to him as a resource. "It's helped me a lot with my own research. Thank y'all so much for your work."<br /><br />I haven't really done much yet (though my husband was able to point out another plot of Polks to him), so I'm passing that along to any other <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/">Find-A-Grave</a> volunteers who happen to read this.Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979223945761853776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-35121256571088127982011-09-12T05:51:00.001-05:002011-09-12T05:51:00.412-05:00Optical Illusion- Willow Tree and GateWillow trees are a rare sight here in central Texas, whether you're looking in nature or on gravestones. They are also one of my favorite symbols, so I always hope to see one when I visit a cemetery.<br /><br />Yesterday, while walking through our city cemetery with my husband, looking for something else entirely, I spotted a willow tree on a marker and enthusiastically pointed it out to him, requesting a picture (Greg is my photographer when he comes along, because most of my leverage for convincing him comes from the fact that he wants to pursue photography as a serious hobby, and practice is practice).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsVnmFyQ3us_WEZAGo9kJoIf5kReIUWU898fW792eUHnUUQI88-xZFYM1GQ2nrueaelWFYgHeY5BP2Qy-m2XD4dzK2jGxv2TXXE1knbGQC2Zj1YzbyFhv5a0ZFIch3as4ijonlUluZZPBl/s1600/upload3rd.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsVnmFyQ3us_WEZAGo9kJoIf5kReIUWU898fW792eUHnUUQI88-xZFYM1GQ2nrueaelWFYgHeY5BP2Qy-m2XD4dzK2jGxv2TXXE1knbGQC2Zj1YzbyFhv5a0ZFIch3as4ijonlUluZZPBl/s400/upload3rd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651274475181522898" border="0" /></a><br />He obligingly took the picture I wanted, but when he zoomed in for a closer shot of the image, he said "Hon, I don't think this is a willow tree. Take a look." On closer inspection, he was right. The picture on the stone was actually an open gate- a fairly common motif around here- with a lighter area behind it for contrast which just happened to be shaped like a tree.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Wa-exSDMhDxfW8p9ImESI44g-JevnM0mURsuDLFbTVBGrmpn7lBXtUIUyetI6lhsudmT9KCS4pHXemX1a8q_QUmSs9lYnf2ORzbBeOzyRcXyHtly6V5K-rwVls4PGuRAeVzO7pgDAPsZ/s1600/upload2nd.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Wa-exSDMhDxfW8p9ImESI44g-JevnM0mURsuDLFbTVBGrmpn7lBXtUIUyetI6lhsudmT9KCS4pHXemX1a8q_QUmSs9lYnf2ORzbBeOzyRcXyHtly6V5K-rwVls4PGuRAeVzO7pgDAPsZ/s400/upload2nd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651273943015233250" border="0" /></a><br />I stubbornly insisted that maybe it was a deliberate optical illusion, like that ubiquitous painting that is simultaneously a picture of a lamp and of two faces staring at each other. Finding one of the gravestones we were actually looking for, which also featured an open gate motif, pretty much put that idea to rest for me (though I still think it would be pretty cool).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCJHS26wRfmRbFycdZbGONgNC_zKAKZ91sOG5Z1tWX6ME-iJXvoH4qsxEGKurGIBquAYSJfJCaT3yN68bYE-fqu4XgmiVn0g3l1MP3sFxypcI4s5vlx6fJBZdvgyPkSgve8AaZ5Tar84g1/s1600/upload1st.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCJHS26wRfmRbFycdZbGONgNC_zKAKZ91sOG5Z1tWX6ME-iJXvoH4qsxEGKurGIBquAYSJfJCaT3yN68bYE-fqu4XgmiVn0g3l1MP3sFxypcI4s5vlx6fJBZdvgyPkSgve8AaZ5Tar84g1/s400/upload1st.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651273184754843554" border="0" /></a><br />I seem to be developing a habit of <a href="http://lastwordsblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/beneath-willow-tree-surprise.html">getting things confused where willow trees are concerned</a>.Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979223945761853776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-31445118367328018472011-09-11T13:09:00.006-05:002011-09-11T19:49:18.689-05:00In the Service of His Country in Tutulia, SamoaWhile walking in our local city cemetery this weekend, I encountered the grave of <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=bonds&GSfn=zack&GSmn=marvin&GSbyrel=all&GSdyrel=all&GSob=n&GRid=9532215&df=all&">a young sailor named Zack Marvin Bonds (1896-1926)</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBC9Qe5QH-mRDnx9V4KxreljAB3KjUgfflBHGPPFT847C1tEMK1UMHojDlmY8pj9cOzHxOjxQqaQa2g8_jIfs0n4Nrc5HjJp_JR558MP12ZCMPP5pc0Zq4JyXAwZ5R6DH4aKJl6S4unn61/s1600/DSCF2050.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBC9Qe5QH-mRDnx9V4KxreljAB3KjUgfflBHGPPFT847C1tEMK1UMHojDlmY8pj9cOzHxOjxQqaQa2g8_jIfs0n4Nrc5HjJp_JR558MP12ZCMPP5pc0Zq4JyXAwZ5R6DH4aKJl6S4unn61/s400/DSCF2050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651171856024021138" border="0" /></a><br />I was (and still am) curious about what had become of this young man half a world away in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tutuila">Tutulia</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Samoa">Samoa</a>, a place geographically and culturally quite distant from central Texas.<br /><br />The Naval Historical Center maintains <a href="http://www.history.navy.mil/faqs/faq56-1.htm">a helpful and interesting list of "Casualties: U.S. Navy and Marine Corps Personnel Killed and Wounded in Wars, Conflicts, Terrorist Acts, and Other Hostile Incidents" from the Revolutionary War through 2010</a>. A review of that list revealed only two incidents of enemy action in 1926, both in China. On 5 September, "USS Stewart (DD-224) fired on by Chinese troops near Wuchang, Yangtze River, China," an action in which two U.S. sailors were wounded, but no one (on USS Stewart) was <span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);" class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /></span></span>killed. Then, on 19 September, "USS Pigeon (AM-47) fired on Chinese below Hanyang, China," and three U.S. sailors were wounded, but USS Pigeon suffered no fatalities.<br /><br />(It is interesting to note that these isolated events were reported as discrete incidents in the Navy's casualty listing, since they were not part of any wider declared conflict; World War I is listed as a single item, with 431 sailors killed in action and 819 wounded, and 2,461 Marines killed in action and 9,520 wounded.)<br /><br />Anyway, the Naval Historical Center's list pretty firmly rules out a "hostile incident" as the cause of Mr. Bonds' death.<br /><br />The note on his gravestone that he "died in the service of his country" indicates that he was on active duty at the time of his death, but the death need not have been directly related <span style="font-style: italic;">to</span> his duties; illness and accident are the most likely possibilities.Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979223945761853776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-24075817580501870582011-09-09T13:04:00.000-05:002011-09-09T13:03:21.649-05:00Gravestone Project- First AttemptI dragged my poor husband out to <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GSln=overton&GSfn=ruby&GSmn=lee&GSby=1910&GSbyrel=in&GSdy=1914&GSdyrel=in&GSob=n&CRid=1972773&df=all&pt=Sharp%20Cemetery&">Sharp Cemetery</a> after work on Wednesday to attempt my first set of data for <a href="http://www.goearthtrek.com/Gravestones/Gravestones.html">The Gravestone Project</a>.<br /><br />I chose <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GSln=overton&GSfn=ruby&GSmn=lee&GSby=1910&GSbyrel=in&GSdy=1914&GSdyrel=in&GSob=n&CRid=1972773&df=all&pt=Sharp%20Cemetery&">that location</a> over <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GSvpid=47544941&GRid=28849923&CRid=2907&">Killeen City Cemetery</a> because <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GSln=overton&GSfn=ruby&GSmn=lee&GSby=1910&GSbyrel=in&GSdy=1914&GSdyrel=in&GSob=n&CRid=1972773&df=all&pt=Sharp%20Cemetery&">Sharp Cemetery</a> is smaller and more remote, which means there were likely to be fewer people to be offended by and/or ask awkward questions about what those two crazy people were doing to the gravestones with all those weird instruments.<br /><br />The "new" GPS (actually a fifteen-year-old Magellan GPS 2000 in suprisingly good condition, which is very basic but does what I need it to do) works pretty well if you give it a minute or to to pick up enough satellites. I knew this already because I spent Wednesday morning at work playing with it, and I now have a partial GPS plot of the funeral home to show for it. Locations were easy enough as a result.<br /><br />Determining the direction the gravestones were facing was also pleasantly simple despite the fact that I forgot to bring a compass (no excuse since I own three or four) thanks to the fact that <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GSln=overton&GSfn=ruby&GSmn=lee&GSby=1910&GSbyrel=in&GSdy=1914&GSdyrel=in&GSob=n&CRid=1972773&df=all&pt=Sharp%20Cemetery&">Sharp Cemetery</a> is coveniently laid out on pretty close to exact east-west lines (who needs a compass when you have a beautiful sunset because you put off the trip until too late in the day?) so all of the graves are facing either due east or due west, and it's not hard to tell those two apart, especially in the late evening.<br /><br />Measurements were slightly more problematic. I had acquired a nice set of digital calipers on Amazon.com, and except for one afternoon of enthusiastic fiddling with them, I hadn't really spent as much time practicing measurements as I should have before actually going to the cemetery. I quickly discovered that the digital calipers were technically easier to read than the analog ones I had used back in grad school, but slightly trickier; I must have measured the same spot on one particular marker five or six times, because I kept getting different readings on my calipers.<br /><br />Determining ground level- which is important in the placement of the measurements, and which also has to be recorded if you're measuring a gravestone on a pedestal, which most of the marble ones at <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GSln=overton&GSfn=ruby&GSmn=lee&GSby=1910&GSbyrel=in&GSdy=1914&GSdyrel=in&GSob=n&CRid=1972773&df=all&pt=Sharp%20Cemetery&">Sharp Cemetery</a> seem to be- was also a little tricky thanks to uneven ground and thick tufts of dried grass. I had forgotten something vital about field work of any sort, in any discipline- it's never as cut-and-dried or neat as the plan says it should be.<br /><br />By the time we had to leave, after less than an hour of working time- we were late to our planned dinner anyway- we only had one set of measurements which I didn't quite trust, and I was grumpy, frustrated, and disappointed. My remarkably patient husband chalked it up to a learning experience and made a few helpful suggestions, mostly centered on practice, instruction-reading, and a few more items of equipment, like a small level.<br /><br />With that in mind, I'm hoping to make another attempt this weekend, hopefully with better and more useful results.Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979223945761853776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-31112827102313661992011-09-06T23:22:00.009-05:002011-09-07T00:07:58.501-05:00Wednesday's Child: Ruby Lee Overton<a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSln=overton&GSfn=ruby&GSmn=lee&GSby=1910&GSbyrel=in&GSdy=1914&GSdyrel=in&GSob=n&GRid=8044332&df=all&">Ruby Lee Overton (1910-1914)</a> has a pretty marble gravestone beneath a tree in <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GSln=overton&GSfn=ruby&GSmn=lee&GSby=1910&GSbyrel=in&GSdy=1914&GSdyrel=in&GSob=n&CRid=1972773&df=all&pt=Sharp%20Cemetery&">Sharp Cemetery</a>, with a bench alongside it. It's a pleasant and peaceful spot.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4y0HTFmmsZKDTaNnMQdPqt99nmHo-qPIscszHq_BbaChbsh4XdDOUEbWqXKIstkRwGlN-h897gYH_9c_aC7KGwyNFFj-UeHDrg-_liNDRS4TjXnpKofZaJPvhaUxg25omRAXeUFuhYJP1/s1600/upload4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4y0HTFmmsZKDTaNnMQdPqt99nmHo-qPIscszHq_BbaChbsh4XdDOUEbWqXKIstkRwGlN-h897gYH_9c_aC7KGwyNFFj-UeHDrg-_liNDRS4TjXnpKofZaJPvhaUxg25omRAXeUFuhYJP1/s400/upload4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649478719847813026" border="0" /></a><br />Her stone is engraved with a dove carrying an olive branch, imagery reminiscent of the Noah's Ark story.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzeQH9HYzx88Zc8OiZW8ahuq8mTLQe_InNN0-zfj_koPES_Fb9tWowdWE5JtF3UA0Ai7qeT9JkuZmSo-ziffnCVbEiN3YoKFI6MPD1qcoXmDEq9FHs12qt6IruUwYSh-57Oe2yfHkg-8WZ/s1600/upload3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzeQH9HYzx88Zc8OiZW8ahuq8mTLQe_InNN0-zfj_koPES_Fb9tWowdWE5JtF3UA0Ai7qeT9JkuZmSo-ziffnCVbEiN3YoKFI6MPD1qcoXmDEq9FHs12qt6IruUwYSh-57Oe2yfHkg-8WZ/s400/upload3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649477906989852930" border="0" /></a><br />The allusion is particularly evocative combined with her epitaph, which reads, "Our darling one hath gone / before to greet us on the / blissful shore."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiupiHjIBHkMqNrXlTVvC44NJeZzRRejljBhNzuv3o_w8qEMpbPC-qhNS7xh66Ac11G3nCX-tdRoIPKCzgnc3R7GhPRBt5pVhYEQsRc4RJotezEYHXb86t6xzcUYeMZcrWA8icDojEg6S9I/s1600/upload2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiupiHjIBHkMqNrXlTVvC44NJeZzRRejljBhNzuv3o_w8qEMpbPC-qhNS7xh66Ac11G3nCX-tdRoIPKCzgnc3R7GhPRBt5pVhYEQsRc4RJotezEYHXb86t6xzcUYeMZcrWA8icDojEg6S9I/s400/upload2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649477030876745762" border="0" /></a><br />Reading that verse and looking at the image of the dove, I thought of the story of the dove being sent out from Ark to seek dry land- shore- and returning with an olive branch as proof of its presence; compare this to the idea of a little child going before her parents to a metaphysical "shore"; the image of the dove and its assurance that something was there waiting must have been spiritually comforting in that context.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdX95WoquBb3rVT9SX_-Z376AaGn2q2JlYnrSL2pPYrjk46NWePvbWD-1SBSnUge7UMrdE_GH2jElhmwpZ28mHh9TpEUWXk13mlVxKTt_f_A0Fd08adDAokYRUjrxPaL-6zZj6hhJe4K3O/s1600/upload1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdX95WoquBb3rVT9SX_-Z376AaGn2q2JlYnrSL2pPYrjk46NWePvbWD-1SBSnUge7UMrdE_GH2jElhmwpZ28mHh9TpEUWXk13mlVxKTt_f_A0Fd08adDAokYRUjrxPaL-6zZj6hhJe4K3O/s400/upload1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649476623368875250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">RUBY LEE</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dau. of</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">J.A. & M.A.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">OVERTON</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">BORN</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">OCT. 22, 1910</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">DIED</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">JULY 11, 1914</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Our darling one hath gone</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">before to greet us on the</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">blissful shore.</span><br /></div><br />The sources I have read on gravestone iconography describe the lamb as a symbol of innocence primarily used on children's gravestones, but in my wanderings through local cemeteries, I have so far noticed that doves seem to be as common a symbol on children's graves as lambs, though neither doves nor lambs seem to be exclusively children's symbols, as <a href="http://lastwordsblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/mcbryde-cemetery.html">I have mentioned before</a>.<br /><br />I am in the process of collecting some data on this to try to determine whether a pattern of age or gender distribution in the use of either of these symbols actually exists, at least in my area.Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979223945761853776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-27009295208034795422011-09-03T23:43:00.003-05:002011-09-09T13:03:48.863-05:00Silent Sunday: We all must die and rest<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLSDV53V7NPQlwmCozkcBrQgNMtGIoetRV6_VawUwrobI5BcprduLgWVm5rojR8mdmIJz4wOCxO9PYmeee_ZgLorwwHufdGlFHScDj6M6iZqrYCSKm-4-e64pNZPgr_pmLDujmQwW6ilpb/s1600/upload3rd.jpg"><img style="display: block; 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<br />Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979223945761853776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-69135688404054541192011-08-31T00:02:00.000-05:002011-09-07T00:10:12.274-05:00Worldless Wednesday: Among strange friends<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbWm9b4VxEwu6_UCFRAsdliwOGbpzvOxQ3C5Xpmv44tvtJBYXvKWc55UQji1ao332wsyBGF82utzwx4AabCZ1ljybJlSswl8X7vmU7IIrtId517EJTg9S970fV3EziCB6PlhkPMVCYHwtd/s1600/upload4th.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbWm9b4VxEwu6_UCFRAsdliwOGbpzvOxQ3C5Xpmv44tvtJBYXvKWc55UQji1ao332wsyBGF82utzwx4AabCZ1ljybJlSswl8X7vmU7IIrtId517EJTg9S970fV3EziCB6PlhkPMVCYHwtd/s400/upload4th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646830375970112770" border="0" /></a>
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<br />Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979223945761853776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-48418145034610509162011-08-30T04:32:00.003-05:002011-09-09T13:04:51.961-05:00Tombstone Tuesday: Portraits set in stoneA few days ago I read <a href="http://www.switched.com/2010/11/11/e-tomb-memorializes-the-dead-with-social-networking/?a_dgi=aolshare_twitter">an article about something called an "e-tomb," </a>which appears to be a solar-powered electronic grave marker which stores the deceased's pictures, videos, blog posts, archives from social networking sites, etc. so that visitors to the grave can access it by plugging a bluetooth device into the grave marker itself. The article doesn't indicate exactly what stage of development this product is in, but I think it's sort of an interesting concept. The information about the dead inscribed on most gravestones is often beautifully presented and accompanied by some lovely artwork, but tends to be pretty bare in terms of actual data, never mind giving a real sense of personality or life.<br /><br />Walking through <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GSvpid=47544941&GRid=28849923&CRid=2907&">our local city cemetery</a> on Sunday morning, I was reminded that some gravestones already incorporate a very low-tech way to display a reminder of what the deceased was like in life- photographs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioR1xHQBDxALE5BKCuv8CvUwc5xT_TIkklqSCs6pvZG7KuxTnjx8FusOmDbCSdxkhEdAgedntLv3MWTTjiCfuxjM9fKzBNr2XiBLcwrx25mrY3V3Qp56nDAUDLs4UEdGPZJ196r10bOBqb/s1600/upload3rd.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646459835046556994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioR1xHQBDxALE5BKCuv8CvUwc5xT_TIkklqSCs6pvZG7KuxTnjx8FusOmDbCSdxkhEdAgedntLv3MWTTjiCfuxjM9fKzBNr2XiBLcwrx25mrY3V3Qp56nDAUDLs4UEdGPZJ196r10bOBqb/s400/upload3rd.jpg" /></a><br />These photos are customarily formal portraits, but sometimes even a formal posed portrait can reveal a real moment of life and humanity- discomfort and displeasure with uncomfortable dress clothes and stiff poses, for instance.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXQbpcHGvYI9j_QUTXSsryUqO1r98SXYlLO0fGEMyUsqXaufAaFxoIBlC2DTjSJTO-pbN_15iHSs0ikWCyaWYqBdSwc0ZMEHIX_om-pWISnk3sb5kpRtZzcvamAF3BFztmaFTXvAME6e9s/s1600/upload2nd.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646459828905230034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXQbpcHGvYI9j_QUTXSsryUqO1r98SXYlLO0fGEMyUsqXaufAaFxoIBlC2DTjSJTO-pbN_15iHSs0ikWCyaWYqBdSwc0ZMEHIX_om-pWISnk3sb5kpRtZzcvamAF3BFztmaFTXvAME6e9s/s400/upload2nd.jpg" /></a><br />I had been under the impression that the inclusion of memorial photos as part of the grave marker itself was an older style, but I saw a personally surprising number of quite recent gravestones at this particular cemetery with photographs set into them, and a quick Google search demonstrates that at least a handful of marker companies do offer this service, in the form of ceramic plaques.<br /><br />Older gravestones with photos held a photo behind a pane of glass; I remember once seeing a stone at an old, poorly-tended cemetery in the college town where I used to live, which had a shallow oval recess in the stone where the photograph would have rested. At the foot of the stone, hidden in the grass, I found some fragments of broken, dirty glass which fit into the edges of the stone "frame" perfectly.<br /><br />I did not take many pictures of the more recent photographic gravestones (nor as many as I wanted of the older ones; even with an early start, triple-digit temperatures dictate short outings), but the shared headstone of the Castors was too sweet and moving to pass by.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUorZbsG-gDSvHLCMGiRJaQaaAb5NfEpMSZlyonIFRGvQN_GqeGyb-Qk7yLRM720LMtW2ZR75MTg-1EPUcsWcosmeGk5Pob3QIFMQlDKBsHCbj1ua3Rvnx0Zi1M2a77HoNyMjOv66Vu6JI/s1600/upload1st.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646459823388307714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUorZbsG-gDSvHLCMGiRJaQaaAb5NfEpMSZlyonIFRGvQN_GqeGyb-Qk7yLRM720LMtW2ZR75MTg-1EPUcsWcosmeGk5Pob3QIFMQlDKBsHCbj1ua3Rvnx0Zi1M2a77HoNyMjOv66Vu6JI/s400/upload1st.jpg" /></a>Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979223945761853776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-64329090279712231332011-08-29T09:14:00.003-05:002011-09-09T13:05:08.461-05:00Beneath the willow tree (a surprise)Yesterday, while <a href="http://rescuefins.blogspot.com/2011/08/duty-night.html">my husband was stuck on duty</a>, I spent a very pleasant (if uncomfortably hot) Sunday morning walking through a corner of <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GSvpid=47544941&GRid=28849923&CRid=2907&">our local city cemetery</a>.<br /><br />I had come for two <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/">Find-A-Grave</a> photo requests, <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSvpid=47544941&GRid=28849923&">John R. Smith (1837-1910)</a> and <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSvpid=47544941&GRid=66440867&">C. H. Davis (1820-1874)</a>. I located <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSvpid=47544941&GRid=28849923&">John R. Smith</a> after just a few minutes of walking, a towering gravestone now tilted slightly to one side, surrounded by his family in a plot full of other Smiths.<br /><br />Along the way, and afterward as I walked through the rest of the section looking for <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSvpid=47544941&GRid=66440867&">C. H. Davis</a>, I took the opportunity to admire and photograph other interesting gravestones. I was thrilled to stumble across one engraved with a willow tree, a rare choice of gravestone imagery here in central Texas where <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">real</span> willow trees are such a rarity.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7gOGXVSS9tSTRc2M0COCY7Cjol4D94_wC7KdFJZ_CILVgrb-mDAtOARtCE2L8Ag5Z5L5iTd5v43b3PItk6ZABshh9lXQeXREDg9GtzigjPK4Dkjo_mT3aTp78EGlqiibm75FsqLPk6w9d/s1600/upload4th.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646143708881274018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7gOGXVSS9tSTRc2M0COCY7Cjol4D94_wC7KdFJZ_CILVgrb-mDAtOARtCE2L8Ag5Z5L5iTd5v43b3PItk6ZABshh9lXQeXREDg9GtzigjPK4Dkjo_mT3aTp78EGlqiibm75FsqLPk6w9d/s400/upload4th.jpg" /></a><br />The inscription on the stone was badly weathered and discolored here and there with stains and mold, so I could barely read it; rather than stand there in the heat, I decided to rely on my husband's fancy high-resolution camera to let me puzzle it out in air-conditioned comfort later.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJAPWsbEHG4Xjn2HJwQ0phdVk-rlHy8FXoVy_iowuWBVB8Zy6N2L7LYR6etfFSeRdq9cDIC7AiLHLXRFyI4CyLhPojGHqJA6T04Ko16nDtfED5frZ2MTRIo1TsfnGtQAPGLDb7-wp9fS80/s1600/upload3rd.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646143704240530226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJAPWsbEHG4Xjn2HJwQ0phdVk-rlHy8FXoVy_iowuWBVB8Zy6N2L7LYR6etfFSeRdq9cDIC7AiLHLXRFyI4CyLhPojGHqJA6T04Ko16nDtfED5frZ2MTRIo1TsfnGtQAPGLDb7-wp9fS80/s400/upload3rd.jpg" /></a><br />Eventually, when I realized I was just wandering around in circles, I decided I would have to come back for <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSvpid=47544941&GRid=66440867&">C. H. Davis</a>'s photo request another day and get an earlier start; I was disappointed that I hadn't found his gravestone, but pleased with what I <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">had</span> found and the photos I had taken.<br /><br />That evening, while I organized the photos from my morning expedition, I came across my willow tree. With the image on my computer screen, I noticed something I hadn't seen in the glare of the sun back in the cemetery- the name on the gravestone, faded and worn and discolored, looked a lot like "Davis", and the first letter was definitely "C". The dates were clearly legible, so I compared them with the dates for<a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSvpid=47544941&GRid=66440867&"> C. H. Davis</a> on <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/">Find-A-Grave</a>, and sure enough, I had found my second photo request without even realizing it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjuSa6hvsZJzXkoGdvr_QgiQGU2npZiOPjfgSd3ea-lwbh4rXEZxXh2tcFDXmeY1BIcPss0q6iUKZc-ZeEUjpcqplQ3J6i4-fJcSbJ2OaK_QHkmXORzl945CxSJQW1ZawUDKc21geecVyo/s1600/upload2nd.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646143700249201618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjuSa6hvsZJzXkoGdvr_QgiQGU2npZiOPjfgSd3ea-lwbh4rXEZxXh2tcFDXmeY1BIcPss0q6iUKZc-ZeEUjpcqplQ3J6i4-fJcSbJ2OaK_QHkmXORzl945CxSJQW1ZawUDKc21geecVyo/s400/upload2nd.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSvpid=47544941&GRid=66440867&">Mr. Davis</a> has a beautiful epitaph, evidently written by his wife.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBu1t14DaU49oF5s0Gd6N9VncNUcQjG2pZEvcLPVhaJ5ArbC5Ge3t42M-UZE5y1K2Plvhs_EeWV21xG2p9ro7n2U89CiBmf_uV8YIG9bo9e5fpeVI_MqvM1ygmhckTLi6qe2uoEtBtA7B5/s1600/upload1st.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646143693160636914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBu1t14DaU49oF5s0Gd6N9VncNUcQjG2pZEvcLPVhaJ5ArbC5Ge3t42M-UZE5y1K2Plvhs_EeWV21xG2p9ro7n2U89CiBmf_uV8YIG9bo9e5fpeVI_MqvM1ygmhckTLi6qe2uoEtBtA7B5/s400/upload1st.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">"Amiable and loved husband, farewell.</span> <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Thy years were few, but thy virtues many.</span> <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">They are recorded not on this perishing </span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">stone, but in the book of life and in the</span> <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">hearts of thy (word is unreadable) friends."</span> </div>Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979223945761853776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-18836946705103900452011-08-28T21:00:00.002-05:002011-09-07T00:09:06.266-05:00Silent Sunday: Seay's Stone (Killeen City Cemetery)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizdPyD3J0sVY7L4aroXmmLjAsrrpetHz_9XxecmfwKL5UL4x2CdLEantmDTtxFguJqGBPGTiHZ8C2o0JGabrufpNj-_5jNCfuZqx43lNLq3bzldHkgCxnKAXOfq0ZOZ_JogdY4eXUJOwhD/s1600/DSCF1983.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizdPyD3J0sVY7L4aroXmmLjAsrrpetHz_9XxecmfwKL5UL4x2CdLEantmDTtxFguJqGBPGTiHZ8C2o0JGabrufpNj-_5jNCfuZqx43lNLq3bzldHkgCxnKAXOfq0ZOZ_JogdY4eXUJOwhD/s400/DSCF1983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646092182936641442" border="0" /></a>
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<br />Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979223945761853776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-59226419654502875952011-08-25T22:51:00.007-05:002011-08-29T16:57:25.584-05:00The Mourning LambGravestones become ubiquitous; I photograph them, transcribe them, look for connections between the names on them, and later I write about them and read about them; the image of the grave and the gravestone loses some of the stark emotional impact it has for others (this is doubly true for me since I work at a funeral home and spend large chunks of my off time with a volunteer canine team looking for the missing and most often dead).
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<br />I almost forget, sometimes, what it is I'm doing, and the reminders, when they come, are powerful.
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<br />For instance, I was flipping through some of my pictures from Sharp Cemetery just now, and came across this one, marking the grave of fourteen year old Ethan Jordan (d. 1889).
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<br />I'm struck by the lamb's pose and the emotion it conveys. Most of the lamb images I have seen on gravestones are soft and peaceful in their outlines but more formal in their poses; they are clearly resting lambs, but also clearly posed. Ethan's lamb, with its head hung low, appears to be mourning.
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<br />His epitaph also speaks of deeply felt grief.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Here lies the dearest bud</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">That e'er to man He giveth.</span>
<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">If thou wouldst know his</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Present state,</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Repent and seek the</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Father in heaven.</span>
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<br />(photography by dunerat)
<br />Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979223945761853776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-4854191905153414962011-08-20T23:04:00.004-05:002011-08-20T23:31:18.915-05:00The Gravestone ProjectAll that <a href="http://lastwordsblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-going-out-for-while.html">nonsense about not doing any more cemetery stuff until the weather gets cooler</a> pretty much went out the window last week when I discovered <a href="http://goearthtrek.com/Gravestones/Gravestones.html">The Gravestone Project</a>, courtesy of <a href="http://goearthtrek.com/index.html">EarthTrek</a> (although I'd like to point out that I did admit that decisionw ould probably only last until I saw something irresistibly interesting).
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<br />For the record, I'm an enthusiastic, if recent, fan of "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Citizen_science">citizen science</a>" programs in general, partly because they're a clever and cost-effective way for researchers to gather certain kinds of basic but important data, partly because they're a really great hands-on public relations and educational tool, and partly because they're a nice combination of fun, worthwhile, and interesting (I'm working on a whole other blog post about the social and cultural implications of programs like <a href="http://goearthtrek.com/index.html">EarthTrek</a>, sites like <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/">Find-A-Grave</a>, and other sites and programs that link online presence with offline task completion).
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<br /><a href="http://goearthtrek.com/Gravestones/Gravestones.html">The Gravestone Project</a> aims to plot global patterns in the severity of "acid rain" based on erosion of marble, which is particularly susceptible to its effects. This is accomplished by measuring marble gravestones and comparing their thickness at the base (which is less exposed to rain), the sides about midway up (which are slightly more exposed to rain) and the top (which is the most exposed), and comparing the difference in thickness (the amount of erosion, in other words). That difference, based on the age of the gravestone, lets the researchers calculate the extent of acid rain erosion during that time period in that location.
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<br />It seems like a worthwhile project, and I expect that seeking out marble gravestones and taking the measurements will give me something additional to do on cemetery outings, along with <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/">Find-A-Grave </a>requests and my own iconography studies. If anyone is already involved in <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/">Find-A-Grave</a>, this might be something worth considering.
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<br />I got <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Caliper-Electronic-Stainless-Steel-Body/dp/B0019O6OCO/ref=lh_ni_t">a nice shiny set of digital calipers on Amazon</a> (for about ten dollars including shipping); they just arrived in the mail today, so I'm all set to get started. I'm excited; I haven't measured things in the field since graduate school.
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<br />(cross-posted on my personal blog, <a href="http://rescuefins.blogspot.com/">One Day at a Time</a>, and my pseudo-academic blog, <a href="http://booksbonesandstones.blogspt.com/">Books, Bones, & Stones</a>)
<br />Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979223945761853776noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-36469860048789824142011-08-14T17:58:00.005-05:002011-08-14T18:23:29.585-05:00Wanderings in a virtual cemeteryI spent part of a lazy Sunday afternoon today at my kitchen table playing around on Find-A-Grave, lamenting the heat and the health issues presently keeping me indoors now that I've run out of old photos and new interments to contribute to the site.
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<br />Eventually my browsing turned into flipping through local cemetery listings to locate some of the people whose services I helped with as part of my job at the funeral home. The act was meaningful to me on several levels; the sense of recognition when I saw a familiar name on the list, like bumping into someone I knew in a crowded room; the ability to leave flowers on their memorials as one last gesture of service and respect; and the reminder, on a day when I needed a boost, that in the lives of these people's families I was able to make at least small difference at a moment when they needed it.
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<br />As I read through the list of names, looking for those I recognized, I noticed several family names that correspond with street names or park names in the area: Elms, Young, Conder, Swope, Rancier, and others. These brought a different, less personal sense of recognition, and a reminder of how much local history is contained in these older cemeteries. You could trace the whole history of the community from the names and dates on these burial lists, and the relationships pieced together between them.
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<br />(Cross-posted on my personal blog, <a href="http://rescuefins.blogspot.com">One Day at a Time</a>)
<br />Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979223945761853776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-90402247426516040682011-08-13T20:42:00.007-05:002011-09-07T00:10:45.673-05:00A willow tree: Since thou canst no longer stay...On a recent trip to Sharp Cemetery, I spotted the only example of willow iconography I have seen in central Texas.
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<br />Willow tree images on gravestones are less common in this corner of the world than in others, possibly that's because willow trees themselves are less common in this corner of the world, making them a less relevant symbol for most people.
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<br />It seems worth pointing out that sheep are also not terribly common here (though not especially rare), but the weight of religious discourse behind the lamb symbolism ensures its relevance and hence its common presence on gravestones even here.
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<br />This gravestone also has one of the sweetest and saddest epitaphs I have ever read.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">HANNAH L.</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Wife Of</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">G.L. PATTON</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Born</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Aug. 13, 1835</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Died</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dec. 27, 1890.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Since thou canst no longer stay</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To cheer me with thy love</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I hope to meet with thee again</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In your bright world above.</span>
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<br />Her husband is buried beside her.
<br />Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979223945761853776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-40435849445594208482011-08-13T20:19:00.003-05:002011-08-13T21:03:50.624-05:00Not going out for a whileSince central Texas is rapidly approaching a record for the most consecutive days of temperatures over a hundred degrees, and since<a href="http://rescuefins.blogspot.com/2011/08/er-visit.html"> something is wrong with my left eye</a> that makes it photosensitive and eager to avoid dust and debris, I'm taking a brief hiatus from cemetery outings until the weather cools, my <a href="http://rescuefins.blogspot.com/2011/08/er-visit.html">eye problem</a> resolves, or I just can't stand the temptation anymore.
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<br />This annoys me somewhat, because I've been in the process of photographing Sharp Cemetery, which is a really nice spot with a lot of really great iconography and some interesting local history; I had initially decided to break the project up into multiple short trips in deference to the heat; this is still the plan, it's just been delayed a bit.
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<br />I gathered enough material on previous visits for a few posts here, though, and while I was unable to fulfill the two <a href="http://www.findagrave.com">Find-A-Grave</a> requests that drew me there to begin with, I did manage to find a few stones that didn't have photos up on the site yet (evidently no one had gotten around to asking for them yet, is all), so I'll be posting those in a little bit, too, as long as my ability to stare at a glowing screen and my husband's willingness not to draft me into helping him glue models together holds out.
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<br />Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979223945761853776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-67160158042615458002011-08-10T20:13:00.022-05:002011-09-07T00:14:26.821-05:00McBryde CemeteryI stumbled upon <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GScid=2209903&GRid=18381731&CRid=2209903&">McBryde Cemetery</a> by accident a couple of weeks ago.<br /><br />The original purpose of my after-work expedition was to fulfill a couple of photo requests at <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&CRid=1972773">Sharp Cemetery</a> for someone on <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/">Find-A-Grave</a>.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&CRid=1972773">Sharp Cemetery</a> is a short drive out of town, though it felt longer with the hundred-plus degree temperature and the air conditioner in my car enthusiastically blowing warm air at me the entire way.<br /><br />Almost to my turn, I passed the brown Historical Marker sign pointing to <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GScid=2209903&GRid=18381731&CRid=2209903&">McBryde Cemetery</a>. As with pretty much every Historical Marker sign I pass (unless I actually have time to stop), I made a mental note of it as a possible stop for a later trip. Incidentally, it's sort of interesting how many of those signs in Texas are for cemeteries; it would be interesting to find out how other places' Historical Marker ratios compare.<br /><br />I started intrepidly down Sharp Cemetery Road despite the yellow sign proclaiming it a dead end (clever, no?), and drove for a long while down a tree-shaded dirt road lined by a crumbling stone wall of loose construction and indeterminate age, but came up short at the second cattleguard flanked by a firm-sounding POSTED: No Trespassing sign, just in the shadow of someone's house. Unwilling to risk getting shot, or even shot at, I declared discretion the better part of valor and sadly turned around.<br /><br />As I turned off Sharp Cemetery Road and back onto the highway, I suddenly remembered how close <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GScid=2209903&GRid=18381731&CRid=2209903&">McBryde Cemetery</a> had been and decided, on a whim, to stop and check it out. I had no idea whether there were any photo requests open for <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GScid=2209903&GRid=18381731&CRid=2209903&">McBryde Cemetery</a>, or whether there was anything left to contribute to the site's record on <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/">Find-A-Grave</a>, but it seemed worth a try. Besides, I was unwilling to let go of my afternoon outing, and I decided it would make good photography practice even if I got no other results. I had come all this way in my poorly-air-conditioned car to photograph gravestones, after all.<br /><a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GScid=2209903&GRid=18381731&CRid=2209903&"><br />McBryde Cemetery</a> is set on a lonely-feeling patch of land just off the highway, sparsely shaded by just a few small trees. It feels very open and on the day I visited was very bright and hot, archetypal central Texas ranchland.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJQ7eJIBEh6AdHS0WP8_n_a97FTK5W3n113virMxZZQW_tbAVQJ1iYcARa4PZ3i0hYj16hyphenhyphenUDA4lx7EnMaKfajKsG36gQJup58btfIg6OsPJTaAvfWDj3t1zXzj9kP24vM-YNpyDxhC2kV/s1600/DSCF1908b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJQ7eJIBEh6AdHS0WP8_n_a97FTK5W3n113virMxZZQW_tbAVQJ1iYcARa4PZ3i0hYj16hyphenhyphenUDA4lx7EnMaKfajKsG36gQJup58btfIg6OsPJTaAvfWDj3t1zXzj9kP24vM-YNpyDxhC2kV/s320/DSCF1908b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639816798464251026" border="0" /></a><br />It contains thirteen interments, six couples and one individual, all members of the intermarried McBryde and Hoover families.<br /><br />Genealogically and culturally, the cemetery is interesting because it contains multiple generations of a single lineage. In terms of my personal interest in mortuary iconography, my attention was mostly captured by the oldest four interments, two pairs of heavily weathered markers facing west set in the stone walls enclosing two pairs of burial plots.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRoEhce2WuYasy-8AKs9F0ZV-TYEdDLSsVZ6cGgRhwD6MJvYx-54ZGXeg1IgxVZ7Ovq-FB9wartzymUi9tIIq-sKl7B6GM-3E_TchyphenhyphenHDHjdp6mlTxmMb8zq_bQtAKuJ2kIiplBUfHwfH5I/s1600/DSCF1917.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRoEhce2WuYasy-8AKs9F0ZV-TYEdDLSsVZ6cGgRhwD6MJvYx-54ZGXeg1IgxVZ7Ovq-FB9wartzymUi9tIIq-sKl7B6GM-3E_TchyphenhyphenHDHjdp6mlTxmMb8zq_bQtAKuJ2kIiplBUfHwfH5I/s320/DSCF1917.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639816804834304946" border="0" /></a><br />It is interesting to note that although members of these couples opted for individual burials- not only with individual graves and markers, but with the graves clearly delineated by roughly chest-high stone walls- rather than double interments and double markers (the choice of most of their descendants interred here), each pair of grave markers shares a common design, so that it is readily apparently from the images on the gravestones which person belonged with which in life.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GScid=2209903&GRid=18381731&CRid=2209903&">McBryde Cemetery</a>'s first occupant, <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=32186722">Jane W. (Gore) McBryde (1826-1885)</a> shares a resting lamb image with her husband <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GScid=2209903&GRid=32186677&">Mancel Theodore "M.T." McBryde (1821-1896)</a>.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC2V7qxUSVbFU9hr80vzsp0w7yOSQTk5iFT7UYuEbXQF0BYNYDGYfd36pFLx4QJiJYnw5xuxcNg4J0HoXaDC1-QprwHpwSFom6CZN7Lke0AIqsBFinuTW93G0IYOAc9dB7ZfZj1dlKM2Ad/s1600/DSCF1889.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC2V7qxUSVbFU9hr80vzsp0w7yOSQTk5iFT7UYuEbXQF0BYNYDGYfd36pFLx4QJiJYnw5xuxcNg4J0HoXaDC1-QprwHpwSFom6CZN7Lke0AIqsBFinuTW93G0IYOAc9dB7ZfZj1dlKM2Ad/s320/DSCF1889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639815527984737666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Jane W.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">Wife of<br />M.T. McBryde<br />Born<br />June 14, 1826,<br />Died<br />Aug. 31, 1885.<br />God gave. He [unreadable]. He will<br />restore. He doeth all things<br />well.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjfelFJiiCa-FMCnb1OxFoLmisA2i_vd7qXw1z1Z5dXwzY6OOJXjGfGViCO8LhTYXJbSiMRB5j9QBchQLnbCXyBskE7M5d8OQy7bFUgRwae-dokLQNNmz6jhz6wSqMsmOC37K4rnhf9BUC/s1600/DSCF1885.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjfelFJiiCa-FMCnb1OxFoLmisA2i_vd7qXw1z1Z5dXwzY6OOJXjGfGViCO8LhTYXJbSiMRB5j9QBchQLnbCXyBskE7M5d8OQy7bFUgRwae-dokLQNNmz6jhz6wSqMsmOC37K4rnhf9BUC/s320/DSCF1885.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639814468543692450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">M.T. McBryde</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Born</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">july 17, 1821.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Died</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nov. 2, 1885.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Blessed is he that</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">considereth the Poor.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Lord will consider him.</span><br /></div><br />The couple died over a decade apart; note the differences in the individual artwork of the lambs; it is possible that either the gravestones were not the work of the same manufacturer, or the style changed in the intervening years.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXhJNqcrTEuwbKEjxHe8rQIqI74vIugspNUeo9HAyl5DkR6TSr40Me2SBG5ATX16TbRIRt3TNyGcRJgZKNEq3TSv9G3YWUtmKuC0fjEv0fs1vXDJP-ziBO7G2d5tD3A3lz57nNBu18MFXC/s1600/janelamb.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXhJNqcrTEuwbKEjxHe8rQIqI74vIugspNUeo9HAyl5DkR6TSr40Me2SBG5ATX16TbRIRt3TNyGcRJgZKNEq3TSv9G3YWUtmKuC0fjEv0fs1vXDJP-ziBO7G2d5tD3A3lz57nNBu18MFXC/s320/janelamb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639815529220988594" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRhGPyquhXtzfHqP_PY-8-OIPlcXCnxPIACDnE810xAj2eJS-Ye5sFt_mQUM1x3NqR8-UuGKG5a_AcJXxmuVHMCXAeTlvu1jxqoHFDHCAtHa38NAwhmjCqOPuDpsfrmhAR0F9EKFj_Jhvj/s1600/mtlamb.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRhGPyquhXtzfHqP_PY-8-OIPlcXCnxPIACDnE810xAj2eJS-Ye5sFt_mQUM1x3NqR8-UuGKG5a_AcJXxmuVHMCXAeTlvu1jxqoHFDHCAtHa38NAwhmjCqOPuDpsfrmhAR0F9EKFj_Jhvj/s320/mtlamb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639815530954919778" border="0" /></a><br />It seems unusual to see the lamb imagery used for adult gravestones, since the sources I have read usually attribute the lamb to the symbolism of children and their innocence. I have seen lambs on several other adults' gravestones in this area, though, and just as commonly I have seen doves on children's gravestones, though they too appear on adult gravestones. Part of the goal of my cemetery wandering for the forseeable future will be collecting data to assess whether there is an observable correlation between symbolism and age at death in nineteenth-century Texas gravestone iconography.<br /><br />Interred at the elder McBryde's right are his son <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GScid=2209903&GRid=18381674&">Robert H. McBryde (1860-1887)</a> who was apparently <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=50450803">born in the same year his grandfather- whose name he shares- died</a>, and Robert's wife <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GScid=2209903&GRid=18381731&">Nancy Paralee (Story) McBryde (1867-1951)</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuxHiHM3wKTBLB_Eyt9OMMcrf2TG5-vtArR9whIw2J4bcKViXGZ9CVmSAm5CV6TiRVsxzwu4foBD2OWAhh8IZYE3aztkUWCiTvRL-iQ2jzesnZrnwi21G_ObteqbK_gl2XLRNlEQWH6zn7/s1600/DSCF1876.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuxHiHM3wKTBLB_Eyt9OMMcrf2TG5-vtArR9whIw2J4bcKViXGZ9CVmSAm5CV6TiRVsxzwu4foBD2OWAhh8IZYE3aztkUWCiTvRL-iQ2jzesnZrnwi21G_ObteqbK_gl2XLRNlEQWH6zn7/s320/DSCF1876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639812138025640818" border="0" /></a><br />The younger pair of McBrydes share a clasped-hands motif. Like the lambs on the older two gravestones, these two are markedly different in style over the sixty-four year gap between them.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcq8AsjGQ3ZB6aecWfn4GyN9fSl5Mg8VeBg4LwHCf_6AmUfvjq_oT_Qrj4SGmUDhKn-SMGKJHYMT80eDzJXuE9OZzDVOu5_TBLEBKPnST9Ejw-dfn5Ytcbu3ZqC9JZYzAIhUw4W27EU0mL/s1600/DSCF1877.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcq8AsjGQ3ZB6aecWfn4GyN9fSl5Mg8VeBg4LwHCf_6AmUfvjq_oT_Qrj4SGmUDhKn-SMGKJHYMT80eDzJXuE9OZzDVOu5_TBLEBKPnST9Ejw-dfn5Ytcbu3ZqC9JZYzAIhUw4W27EU0mL/s320/DSCF1877.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639812149045036242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Paralee Story</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />McBryde</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Wife of</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">R.H. McBryde</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Born</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Oct. 15, 1867</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Died</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />May 6, 1951</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />At rest in heaven.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTkYOCg-q3MI3CRpiHs9Bx0OFxbiU-zXAwCwfIqVW9W7WSafzkiDyJFKVxHLhykqxNrdYAjwiCb_GFGUwC2Ft-1_Iuyvx55GzmeDjYSssTUvRFcuJSg6J1br_Rh1pnjpigv9YkLFdUq-Vq/s1600/DSCF1880.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTkYOCg-q3MI3CRpiHs9Bx0OFxbiU-zXAwCwfIqVW9W7WSafzkiDyJFKVxHLhykqxNrdYAjwiCb_GFGUwC2Ft-1_Iuyvx55GzmeDjYSssTUvRFcuJSg6J1br_Rh1pnjpigv9YkLFdUq-Vq/s320/DSCF1880.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639812149104193634" border="0" /></a><br />Robert McBryde's gravestone is substantially less weathered than his wife's despite being the older of the two.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZy0EaXAybocC-ZBvfIKSYbu-B64OS3AWpCb9LcUUhgksTW9z7cjhAamBCx0JCWv4WMCrAAXq6Ykjzwz_J66wAr-W9bwtm-WHvM0T6IPU5HXNX-tarZGm1rTwegCgmuLR1mK1aAlvF51bV/s1600/DSCF1883.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZy0EaXAybocC-ZBvfIKSYbu-B64OS3AWpCb9LcUUhgksTW9z7cjhAamBCx0JCWv4WMCrAAXq6Ykjzwz_J66wAr-W9bwtm-WHvM0T6IPU5HXNX-tarZGm1rTwegCgmuLR1mK1aAlvF51bV/s320/DSCF1883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639810736119014882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Robert H. McBryde</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Born</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Nov. 2, 1860,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Died</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Oct. 7, 1887.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />The Lord giveth and the Lord</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />hath taken away. Blessed be</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />the name of the Lord.</span><br /></div><br />The two images do share obvious gender differences in the sleeves on either hand, particularly Robert McBryde's; some gender cues are even obvious in the relative size of the fingers on the clasping hands.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj4d_Gc85qZWwZGELR53ki83YCNgr-zaEyQ6KT5jUcnWqIeMhGj0h0B0iFti64zq84RCWdNUDWs73jCiET2f0T1RFR6lpnv4K5kFiXISAojbxyvmaWKOdWTNHCcTvFJv8zZib0lrWTFRjD/s1600/mcbrydehandscloseup.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj4d_Gc85qZWwZGELR53ki83YCNgr-zaEyQ6KT5jUcnWqIeMhGj0h0B0iFti64zq84RCWdNUDWs73jCiET2f0T1RFR6lpnv4K5kFiXISAojbxyvmaWKOdWTNHCcTvFJv8zZib0lrWTFRjD/s320/mcbrydehandscloseup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639809630968329714" border="0" /></a><br />This was my first cemetery outing without my husband and his photography skills, which meant it was my first attempt at gravestone photography. Despite some mostly theoretical training in crime scene photography (although we're required to know the rudiments in theory, the dog team seldom actually gets called on to take pictures on-scene), most of my prior photography experience was in the artifact lab under very controlled lighting conditions. The heavily slanted late evening sunlight cast long shadows and slightly awkward glare, which presented a real challenge. My own shadow unfortunately ended up in most of the east-facing photos; in retrospect, this could have been prevented if I had figured out sooner how to operate the zoom on my husband's camera.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4cIEroN3knYzJragBCID3ab5abxAkrSTRb4YO5m-Z6FdZb6-qxKw1qGQH2AjqcGLzMMpzDjEhqBV_J-gSkwIczNxJ4erU58XlHUe4189hqWtddM1bYHni__hT8jOeKLn2Zo2CkCNZSPK-/s1600/DSCF1882.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4cIEroN3knYzJragBCID3ab5abxAkrSTRb4YO5m-Z6FdZb6-qxKw1qGQH2AjqcGLzMMpzDjEhqBV_J-gSkwIczNxJ4erU58XlHUe4189hqWtddM1bYHni__hT8jOeKLn2Zo2CkCNZSPK-/s320/DSCF1882.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639789029841576370" border="0" /></a><br />Thanks to a very high-resolution camera and a bit of careful cropping, I still ended up with acceptable pictures of most of the gravestones.<br /><br />It turned out that there were no photo requests for <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GScid=2209903&GRid=18381731&CRid=2209903&">McBryde Cemetery</a>, but the trip was still an enjoyable and interesting experience, and I came away with some nice photographs and a couple of gravestone photography lessons:<br /><br />1. The zoom lens is a good way to keep your own shadow out of the images.<br />2. Time of day is important, otherwise shadows and glare get in the way.<br /><br />As a side note, I learned the next day that cemeteries located on private property in the state of Texas are legally accessible by anyone for reasonable purposes during reasonable hours, and the landowner is legally obligated to allow right-of-way for such access.<br /><br />I have since made several <a href="http://lastwordsblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/wordless-wednesday-sharp-cemetery.html">pleasant and productive visits to Sharp Cemetery</a>.Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979223945761853776noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-30000937939497253452011-08-03T21:21:00.004-05:002011-09-07T00:12:36.867-05:00Wordless Wednesday - Sharp Cemetery<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhApikPIr5umIwoejNtXp8QNJSixL6dWEKAdWXbg7580Ei5bHdkHvUjXwnDqV_pPC43iU2-jNgBbvDZ3owTn2bqX-ZsS8GQAp6t1z-oaWI9XxYXnNJsGwwSNM9rrvXJqG-JvgoOaJPB4rRO/s1600/DSCF1924.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhApikPIr5umIwoejNtXp8QNJSixL6dWEKAdWXbg7580Ei5bHdkHvUjXwnDqV_pPC43iU2-jNgBbvDZ3owTn2bqX-ZsS8GQAp6t1z-oaWI9XxYXnNJsGwwSNM9rrvXJqG-JvgoOaJPB4rRO/s400/DSCF1924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636826072070399922" border="0" /></a>Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979223945761853776noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2861201257464319970.post-11695950176983113522011-07-30T19:27:00.001-05:002011-09-07T00:15:48.260-05:00Jonesville Cemetery (photography by Dunerat)<p><em>Reposted from <strong><a href="http://rescuefins.blogspot.com/">One Day at a Time</a>.</strong></em><br /><br />This is the blog post I've been looking forward to writing all week!<br /><br />Since <a href="http://rescuefins.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-road-trip-2-of-2.html">we were on vacation in the Atlanta area last week</a>, I couldn't resist the lure of some of the area's great historical cemeteries. We had <a href="http://rescuefins.blogspot.com/2011/07/exploring-atlanta.html">a ton of sightseeing</a> planned already, and the primary focus of the trip was visiting family, so I knew I couldn't actually spend the entire week dragging my poor husband around a bunch of cemeteries, no matter how excited I was about them, which meant I needed to pick one I that was <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> excited about.<br /><br />Unfortunately for Greg, he can't resist my jumping-up-and-down excitement any more than I can resist his, which is not at all.<br /><br />I borrowed my father-in-law's computer to hop on <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/">Find-A-Grave</a> (which launched some interesting conversations because he is a genealogy enthusiast himself) and searched for photo requests in the area. There were several open, and I picked out a few likely prospects from among the cemeteries listed; my particular interest is older graves. The iconography fascinates me, as it has since I first read about it as an example for applying a <a href="http://www.enotes.com/arch-encyclopedia/battleship-curve">battleship curve</a> to typological <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seriation_%28archaeology%29">seriation</a> back in my undergraduate archaeology classes (. I'm perfectly happy to fulfill photo requests for more recent interments, of course, but I get especially excited about historical ones.<br /><br />The notes on <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=cr&GSmcid=47544941&CRid=2389867&pt=Jonesville%20Cemetery&">the Find-A-Grave page for Jonesville Cemetery</a> grabbed my attention. "This cemetery was recently uncovered. It contains the graves of freed slaves. The Mt Sinai Baptist Church is clearing the land for the cemetery." The page listed only four interments in the cemetery, none of which had photos. I was instantly thrilled by the prospect of tackling this project- a <span style="font-style: italic;">very</span> historically interesting, mostly undocumented cemetery belonging to an often-overlooked segment of the population. As an added bonus, it sounded small enough to make a manageable morning outing, which was a selling point in presenting the idea to my husband.<br /><br />A quick Google search turned up a couple of <a href="http://www.11alive.com/news/local/story.aspx?storyid=178514">local news articles</a> which provided some further information and heightened my interest. The cemetery is located on <a href="http://www.dobbins.afrc.af.mil/">Dobbins Air Reserve Base</a>, not far inside the gate.<br /><br />The helpful duty staffer at Dobbins gave us good, clear directions, and despite his insistence that the cemetery was "pretty hard to find," we walked right to it and wondered what on earth he was talking about when he said that. It was a bit secluded, but the fenceline was readily visible from the path we had been directed to, and the gate was standing open when we arrived, giving us our first glimpse of a sparse handful of gravestones half-hidden among brush and overgrowth.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwcPMUBYqvp2hRKKmOTzO-y1OdtrFEoUg50F-OLcl_svA46cwcM0edpB3JjvxeSgBaML8AyJd7ZKy1TjxCdFQ0pX6Teuw-HtYKbLo4NxKlhC0dCu7zbPccLGYpMEmEF3JdqBMAbW6W1Ccl/s1600/jonesville01.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwcPMUBYqvp2hRKKmOTzO-y1OdtrFEoUg50F-OLcl_svA46cwcM0edpB3JjvxeSgBaML8AyJd7ZKy1TjxCdFQ0pX6Teuw-HtYKbLo4NxKlhC0dCu7zbPccLGYpMEmEF3JdqBMAbW6W1Ccl/s320/jonesville01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635305436941423346" border="0" /></a><br />We were both surprised at the sheer amount of overgrowth in the cemetery, given the enthusiastic news articles about clearing, cleanup, and more planned work days. Only the northern portion of the cemetery was clear enough to walk through. The southern end of the fenced property was still too densely overgrown to penetrate at all, or to glimpse any gravestones in, if any were there. I haven't yet spoken to anyone at Mt. Sinai Baptist Church to find out what stage their cleanup effort is in and what activity has taken place since the first round of news articles in early 2011, but my best guess is that their efforts this past winter focused on the northern end of the cemetery for one reason or another, and that those efforts could not prevent spring and summer's growth of dense foliage.<br /><br />The cemetery was alive with swarms of mosquitoes and yellowjackets, and within minutes I was regretting having packed only my favorite pair fo flip-flops for our entire trip; I had itchy feet the whole way home. Even my usually bug-immune husband was swatting at mosquitoes and went home with a few itchy bites, though thankfully we avoided any repeats of <a href="http://rescuefins.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-is-last-wedding-post-i-swear.html">the yellowjacket incident at our wedding</a>- not for lack of recklessly stomping where I pleased without regard to where the silly things were buzzing around. The whole experience definitely felt more like a crazy wilderness adventure than the sedate stroll through a historical cemetery that I had been expecting earlier in the week. Fortunately, I like that kind of thing.<br /><br />In the accessible northern section of the cemetery, the plant growth was still daunting, and we found ourselves wading through tall weeds and occasional thorns and burrs to make our way from grave to grave, and getting a photograph of most of the markers meant clearing away varying amounts of foliage first; we made sure to get before- and after-clearing images, partially because, thanks to having been an archaeology student in a former life, I believe in documenting any changes made to the site, and partially just to illustrate the overgrown state of the cemetery.<br /><br />The photo request that drew us to Jonesville Cemetery in the first place was for <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GSvpid=47544941&GRid=65929653&">Rebecca Bedford (1865-1908)</a> whose children touchingly memorialized her as simply "OUR MOTHER." Sadly, we found her marker lying under a tree, broken and lying on its own base.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6MIKgN3K5XAdC-VjQx2u8OV17wNv5ZqqzHbJy4iP_xFGWXhPpHvmIAZ_WVcijCGSpP8fI3rm_khZdhy2tBhq61afJ-96iD1jcM-E4etc942k6zVpKBaw6i3lataEzQ5mxsn-9GmzAugs7/s1600/Jonesville61.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6MIKgN3K5XAdC-VjQx2u8OV17wNv5ZqqzHbJy4iP_xFGWXhPpHvmIAZ_WVcijCGSpP8fI3rm_khZdhy2tBhq61afJ-96iD1jcM-E4etc942k6zVpKBaw6i3lataEzQ5mxsn-9GmzAugs7/s320/Jonesville61.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635304375920169282" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigTxjxOG5iEPlPNqjDoqKLVaXZs-r8aAHSmFftOFv0zdVrkcNCISXo-oAy1_JUDtjcDqoiAKctiKt5ICd-pL5OqtG2d7vtuVPU0iipAOVHBId9XnF80J3BJoUHa7Px2hHRqmlO2b3Bu-xC/s1600/Jonesville68.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigTxjxOG5iEPlPNqjDoqKLVaXZs-r8aAHSmFftOFv0zdVrkcNCISXo-oAy1_JUDtjcDqoiAKctiKt5ICd-pL5OqtG2d7vtuVPU0iipAOVHBId9XnF80J3BJoUHa7Px2hHRqmlO2b3Bu-xC/s320/Jonesville68.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635304378513434546" border="0" /></a><br />Mrs. Bedford's marker was in otherwise in good condition, only slightly weatherworn; the clasped-hands engraving was still clearly visible, and the epitaph was legible (except for the last line being partially obscured by the stone's breakage).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-Xx-2aHEXRF58ituJhlKIK1A2ix3l9KAE02SRkGMwiPeBMXWcOpog5gb1vy3RBovEzTVOzsFND5o2BRH5cgKO_kTYOhFKXeLVU9XEukKerK9drEvtny7sCyenSSzRLuoScXrW9EwVE3c/s1600/Jonesville67.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-Xx-2aHEXRF58ituJhlKIK1A2ix3l9KAE02SRkGMwiPeBMXWcOpog5gb1vy3RBovEzTVOzsFND5o2BRH5cgKO_kTYOhFKXeLVU9XEukKerK9drEvtny7sCyenSSzRLuoScXrW9EwVE3c/s320/Jonesville67.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635304368065861266" border="0" /></a><br />Mrs. Bedford's gravestone was one of the last we found, though; we found ten interments during our morning's exploration, including the double-interment of <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=73900851">L.B.</a> and <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GScid=2389867&GRid=73900880&">Rosa Moore</a>. Their double headstone was lying flat on the ground, though it did not appear damaged; it was almost totally obscured by weeds and underbush when we noticed it after the pair of footstones bearing the initials L.B.M. and R.M. caught our attention.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1BH3viJa0xcX2N4rNQjT_KXQhXb4sE8m9aETTWdVs2GgfHyEmJSe6_Dk9XLjZgr06B5Xjk6Z96F7CUVVIyvj_uUZ2zhgU-OqkkEz9mvtFq2sy8AoI4Esgx0492FknnSaPhcwPL2X0pbYL/s1600/Jonesville30.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1BH3viJa0xcX2N4rNQjT_KXQhXb4sE8m9aETTWdVs2GgfHyEmJSe6_Dk9XLjZgr06B5Xjk6Z96F7CUVVIyvj_uUZ2zhgU-OqkkEz9mvtFq2sy8AoI4Esgx0492FknnSaPhcwPL2X0pbYL/s320/Jonesville30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635302416336634786" border="0" /></a><br />Upon clearing, only the surname "MOORE" was visible in capital letters. Lifting the marker to see if anything was engraved on the other side wasn't really an option with just the two of us there, so we were left with only a pair of initials and no birthdates, deathdates, epitaphs, or other information about the couple interred there.<br /><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);" class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link"><img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVCu_sgxdKRic0YiKQU0PvF7N2nzlwBJtvOcRQcDHqry7l6TmcCSENi6R02nzqgzBODKaHaOvrek1Y-Hx-hjTOJ4d3eeZ7DvNgKhiX9vrQrUbrw-OqFeW_13HgV9QOi6SptLkL1MJTkr36/s1600/Jonesville32.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVCu_sgxdKRic0YiKQU0PvF7N2nzlwBJtvOcRQcDHqry7l6TmcCSENi6R02nzqgzBODKaHaOvrek1Y-Hx-hjTOJ4d3eeZ7DvNgKhiX9vrQrUbrw-OqFeW_13HgV9QOi6SptLkL1MJTkr36/s320/Jonesville32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635302408857538690" border="0" /></a><br />Only later, when we found a small gravestone mostly hidden by a bush, did we have any clue to the Moores' identity. Hidden among the leaves of the bush growing wild next to the mostly cleared grave of <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GScid=2389867&GRid=65952051&">Annie Roberson (1823-1892)</a>, Greg spotted a tiny bright glimpse of stone.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVp1F986aFTC-TWC1RdioZyULVQXu1zSJHGGTNjV5rdYe20O22Dizc3ZUJyCUoLGEXevMOLCERYwljyYGaMNFuVJjlvsOMY-TfawDkOvRAo00DQHmdk68nf6W3mg6VdbQSsMWn0rxWXhTi/s1600/Jonesville43.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVp1F986aFTC-TWC1RdioZyULVQXu1zSJHGGTNjV5rdYe20O22Dizc3ZUJyCUoLGEXevMOLCERYwljyYGaMNFuVJjlvsOMY-TfawDkOvRAo00DQHmdk68nf6W3mg6VdbQSsMWn0rxWXhTi/s320/Jonesville43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635300494713693234" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe0hhr6_DtDrQCXMUdeNhyphenhyphenUPjVDUFhmUnmoQ_onPEFoCmSY_9TRUl2-7THCyS5QjSJCF42G7xq1g9bukfOrN7G4GNSlCa2uUGdppWqQLJ9GrDcLAQVlSREwFIUok8cYZyw__J3J7yDSndE/s1600/Jonesville44.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe0hhr6_DtDrQCXMUdeNhyphenhyphenUPjVDUFhmUnmoQ_onPEFoCmSY_9TRUl2-7THCyS5QjSJCF42G7xq1g9bukfOrN7G4GNSlCa2uUGdppWqQLJ9GrDcLAQVlSREwFIUok8cYZyw__J3J7yDSndE/s320/Jonesville44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635300490675008386" border="0" /></a><br />With the foliage carefully cleared away, we discovered a small gravestone with a lamb engraved above the epitaph- traditionally, but not always (as I learned at McBryde Cemetery earlier this week) an indicator of a child's grave. We had found the grave of little <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GScid=2389867&GRid=65929349&">Janie Moore (1891-1893)</a>, whose epitaph identifies her as the "DAU. OF L.B. AND ROSA MOORE." We suddenly had names and a family connection for the Moores.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinYL2gs9ltA61NvZWwDr-o7eIRUgiSFgQ8WkP2O4Yc5pIKajNr-CoZOvmyNKa3mGgvDUFx8xN2615lSXmKGhzaFd0RWCDPk6l6UXhm8BxLct_evHHZ15gwg2TPoniOSH-lXyfN4TQcLjxP/s1600/Jonesville47.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinYL2gs9ltA61NvZWwDr-o7eIRUgiSFgQ8WkP2O4Yc5pIKajNr-CoZOvmyNKa3mGgvDUFx8xN2615lSXmKGhzaFd0RWCDPk6l6UXhm8BxLct_evHHZ15gwg2TPoniOSH-lXyfN4TQcLjxP/s320/Jonesville47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635300487449003842" border="0" /></a><br />The verse reads:<br /><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">Asleep in Jesus</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh, how sweet.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To be with such a</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">blessing meet.</span>"<br /></div><br />This seems to be a modified version of an excerpt from the hymn "<a href="http://library.timelesstruths.org/music/Asleep_in_Jesus/">Asleep in Jesus</a>":<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Asleep in Jesus!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">O how sweet</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">To be with such a slumber meet."</span><br /></div><br />Some interesting background and theological commentary on this hymn can be found <a href="http://homeschoolblogger.com/hymnstudies/500483/">here</a>.<br /><br />It is unclear why Janie Moore was buried separately from her parents, alongside Annie Roberson. Perhaps she was some relation.<br /><br />In trying to find further information on the burials at Jonesville, the best source my internet research turned up was <a href="http://www.cobbgagensoc.org/publications.htm">a publication by the Cobb County Genealogical Society</a> which purported to include a listing of burials in several cemeteries including Jonesville. According to the <a href="http://www.cobbcat.org/">Cobb County Library</a>, which is very kindly sending me scans of the relevant pages, the list contains 27 marked burials.<br /><br />According to an official of the <a href="http://www.cobbcountyga.gov/cemetery/">Cobb Cemetery Commission</a>, cited in <a href="http://www.mdjonline.com/view/full_story/11519148/article-Not-forgotten--Volunteers-clean-up-Jonesville-Cemetery?instance=home_news_left">this article in the <span style="font-style: italic;">Marietta Daily Journal</span></a>, "at least 36 graves" were located during cleanup efforts in February 2011; the article notes that "Most are unmarked, but a few have headstones or fieldstones [...]." We did notice numerous orange marker flags placed in the ground throughout the cemetery during our visit, which we supposed to be indicators of important features such as burials or section markers (only in retrospect did I realize they must <span style="font-style: italic;">all</span> be marker burials), but we did not think to count them at the time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibLoFko2pn0mBZ2o10LiPrZH9U12dVHEXzR0FdIyQhqBVWK8VZK5PzpusjJPPbyUA8rEK14qejlnFEY9bA7NcO1F40hRPMG5I7IxgXi6y9drM2035jM2Eyj22b-e55sZXR8zTwvUx3QwQO/s1600/Jonesville74.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibLoFko2pn0mBZ2o10LiPrZH9U12dVHEXzR0FdIyQhqBVWK8VZK5PzpusjJPPbyUA8rEK14qejlnFEY9bA7NcO1F40hRPMG5I7IxgXi6y9drM2035jM2Eyj22b-e55sZXR8zTwvUx3QwQO/s320/Jonesville74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635298406980858114" border="0" /></a><br />In the absence of markers, I'm curious about how the volunteers identified burial locations. Most of the orange flags we noticed were either obviously associated with a marker, or placed in or near a depression in the ground, which is a characteristic visual indicator of a <span style="font-style: italic;">possible</span> burial but not definite proof. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ground-penetrating_radar">Ground-penetrating radar</a> is a common tool for locating unmarked burials, but it doesn't seem likely that the Jonesville volunteers would have used that; I say this partially because the effort didn't seem well-funded enough to have access to that kind of resource, but mostly because none of the media reports mentioned it, and shiny technology usually makes such good copy that it draws most of the focus, so the odds of its omission are pretty small.<br /><br />That's a question I'm planning to ask Mt. Sinai and the Cemetery Commission.<br /><br />We did notice several unengraved fieldstones, like this one, several of which had orange flags nearby. I made a mistake in assuming at the time that they were section or lot markers, since other cemeteries do use similar stones for the purpose.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxUp-IcfHfjT0d3hb9tD5Li1K56pTy5RfJhTyibVriGtQh8dL5zPIYQaoiwfUaKZs59uKNsUfDJ4rRQYCADdCqk5liLnv0UmcbCohNejSZAyuiSh9F6zlqMa_stdW54taJu_KbNRxjY9-E/s1600/Jonesville75.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxUp-IcfHfjT0d3hb9tD5Li1K56pTy5RfJhTyibVriGtQh8dL5zPIYQaoiwfUaKZs59uKNsUfDJ4rRQYCADdCqk5liLnv0UmcbCohNejSZAyuiSh9F6zlqMa_stdW54taJu_KbNRxjY9-E/s320/Jonesville75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635298414151419842" border="0" /></a><br />For the gravestones that we were able to locate, the iconography of Jonesville Cemetery is an interesting but not especially unusual assemblage. 3 of the 10 gravestones featured a clasping-hands motif.<a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GScid=2389867&GRid=66100290&"> Henry Middlebrooks (d. 1917)</a>'s gravestone features this motif in the form of a pair of clasping hands in the foreground over a heart in the background.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfnRmwiEUz9B8ptwI8VyEVE0L04t3XIFn0OCVDKXSJypXosp-UZsy1Pj9ASTWVggWvvD4D7GEpUTUYg14GeRDl3Y2UdUdTuuhCVOUWJAPWIaNqrEKtbnNzz9JlDzqJOvS6g-E3uqVPEaYY/s1600/Jonesville16.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfnRmwiEUz9B8ptwI8VyEVE0L04t3XIFn0OCVDKXSJypXosp-UZsy1Pj9ASTWVggWvvD4D7GEpUTUYg14GeRDl3Y2UdUdTuuhCVOUWJAPWIaNqrEKtbnNzz9JlDzqJOvS6g-E3uqVPEaYY/s320/Jonesville16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635296440272162226" border="0" /></a><br /></div>My <a href="http://rescuefins.blogspot.com/2010/08/grave-matters-book-review.html">current favorite gravestone iconography resource</a>, <a href="http://books.google.com/books/about/Stories_in_stone.html?id=PpIZEEqB4y4C"><span style="font-style: italic;">Stories in Stone</span> by Douglas Keister</a>, notes that clasped hands are traditionally a matrimonial symbol, especially if the sleeve attached to one hand appears to belong to a woman's clothing and the other to a man's; otherwise, the symbolism "can represent a heavenly welcome or an earthly farewell" (p. 108). The sleeves on both hands in Mr. Middlebrooks' engraving appear very similar and therefore probably belong to the same gender's clothing, or else the engraving is insufficiently preserved to reveal any details to the contrary. However, Keister also notes that the heart is a common matrimonial symbol in "modern tombstones," so it is difficult to draw a firm conclusion.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGGrRxcoaWwGr2o5bI_ou_Zcc2fI3Q2RSXADtVPvjbRy4W21_kH4Ankov2pvVqlW3K3mMaDAdYm3Ohe3yWPTy3FXDp1WG3nI9ihh31VPj_DsUEPllMeOk9gvOptqwixIFyJrqM3r6KFw1v/s1600/Jonesville15.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGGrRxcoaWwGr2o5bI_ou_Zcc2fI3Q2RSXADtVPvjbRy4W21_kH4Ankov2pvVqlW3K3mMaDAdYm3Ohe3yWPTy3FXDp1WG3nI9ihh31VPj_DsUEPllMeOk9gvOptqwixIFyJrqM3r6KFw1v/s320/Jonesville15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635296438048306914" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">He was a Christian</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">and a worthy mem</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">ber of the Marietta Law</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">and Order League.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> W.M. Pack</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Archon</span><br /></div><br />I haven't yet succeeded in finding any information about the Marietta Law and Order League.<br /><br />Like Henry Middlebrooks, Rebecca Bedford's 1908 clasped hands, the earliest of the three, bear no clear indicators of their gender, potentially due to weathering of the stone.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUlAmQKDWldhx6otHGV-QuOyzYl1bhCklM2FD8HULg2lrORcUesnyrN4t5aTwTYat09AUU9Wv5KZyQE99IOaAuCTVHF0_rXLdGdkId50J3fcWvRrU343oxY7pVi2de0LnVRIOqUvhYHLJW/s1600/Jonesville66.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUlAmQKDWldhx6otHGV-QuOyzYl1bhCklM2FD8HULg2lrORcUesnyrN4t5aTwTYat09AUU9Wv5KZyQE99IOaAuCTVHF0_rXLdGdkId50J3fcWvRrU343oxY7pVi2de0LnVRIOqUvhYHLJW/s320/Jonesville66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635295441873802978" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GScid=2389867&GRid=73901071&">Ophelia Jackson (1845-1930)</a> also has a pair of clasping hands on her gravestone, shown below a blank scroll (I have to wonder whether it was ever meant to have anything inscribed in that blank space); these are clearly a man's hand and a woman's hand; the sleeve of the hand on the viewer's left appears distinctly feminine.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPEMr1rbMpJF7fMJd6PRIiuPrACvEh5cTUZ7Q1VuIsuiD4QZVgv8vELdCQb_OMe8Pjadz7wzSwz84ONfXTue3VQVdglBh76yg8lDssMPAwl290MBO0Cf2uNpDBpG_gIc-AvAX9s0h_Zh1/s1600/Jonesville28.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLPEMr1rbMpJF7fMJd6PRIiuPrACvEh5cTUZ7Q1VuIsuiD4QZVgv8vELdCQb_OMe8Pjadz7wzSwz84ONfXTue3VQVdglBh76yg8lDssMPAwl290MBO0Cf2uNpDBpG_gIc-AvAX9s0h_Zh1/s320/Jonesville28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635293622323430386" border="0" /></a><br />The male-female pairing in this engraving may indicate matrimony or it may be a personal touch on the imagery of her farewell to a mortal loved one or her greeting by God. There is no way to be sure of either possibility, but the inscription below the dates of her birth and death reads "Faithful unto death."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJESUCmHRHlymx7G_bPkp5TxqAVad7Tusm-KriBFAeyct6o4fcc8MUOXJYNtGBDlJ23RinyMDKqXW4Hp3j-GZ9t9CeUWtlfDqzNHfsRtHYYCGyPhSuuzXto0AL-6nDs-E95L-tfrO4OeUB/s1600/Jonesville27.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJESUCmHRHlymx7G_bPkp5TxqAVad7Tusm-KriBFAeyct6o4fcc8MUOXJYNtGBDlJ23RinyMDKqXW4Hp3j-GZ9t9CeUWtlfDqzNHfsRtHYYCGyPhSuuzXto0AL-6nDs-E95L-tfrO4OeUB/s320/Jonesville27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635293617967170082" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">OPHELIA</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">JACKSON</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">BORN JAN. 1845</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">DIED AT COTTAGE HILL</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">MARIETTA, GA.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">APR. !7, 1930</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Faithful unto death"</span><br /></div><br />Two of the ten Jonesville stones- <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GScid=2389867&GRid=73900823&">Alice Bunyon (1874-1910)</a> and <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GScid=2389867&GRid=73900994&">Mollie Owens (1860-1902)</a> feature images of a hand pointing upward, a symbol of the soul's ascension heavenward (Keister p. 108).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUbtVvM2mOQkgPF06gXTK77mTTjHehAUSMFyX410cExzEPAjr3netMPnQ6YuvshuLUzaI-8kI5_O3xxBerH3LtlRvBuDQrd8nCWDVjR77nqp2RkMQ6VCgAEByeMOJ88MCTk7MCWZSX9817/s1600/iconcompare.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUbtVvM2mOQkgPF06gXTK77mTTjHehAUSMFyX410cExzEPAjr3netMPnQ6YuvshuLUzaI-8kI5_O3xxBerH3LtlRvBuDQrd8nCWDVjR77nqp2RkMQ6VCgAEByeMOJ88MCTk7MCWZSX9817/s320/iconcompare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635288784840770994" border="0" /></a><br />Interestingly, both images feature the same scalloped border in the circle around the hands, and the stones themselves are also remarkably similar, indicating that they may have come from the same manufacturer, eight years apart (which may have interesting implications regarding the overall business of gravestone production in the area, and on a smaller scale, may reveal something about at least one business in the community of Jonesville).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxzS-UclNyUsvBSeaXHUdi6hyphenhyphen_fsg9LSbsisxjy0RBpHeF95Er31cvMD5G5C1hWtICwMbXHX1MIxtj6u2H5snaBvuzHtfg9-LuGCLZGooYe5ehaw_JBUNhYDE2DD1LkJ64daWN-RC4ZRk/s1600/Jonesville56.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNxzS-UclNyUsvBSeaXHUdi6hyphenhyphen_fsg9LSbsisxjy0RBpHeF95Er31cvMD5G5C1hWtICwMbXHX1MIxtj6u2H5snaBvuzHtfg9-LuGCLZGooYe5ehaw_JBUNhYDE2DD1LkJ64daWN-RC4ZRk/s320/Jonesville56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635290392633432930" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglYmL-zGA3DkRYgO9JnSA2jXGWGb_-2n1QSR8K1gunsVoYEMCTNwGp7GHaAHMK2w8CqVuaoYhC4C93KpKUBwiIRbXMykCNYkOfLtntYYSM6d4W3jCBPEVBf8dFh0A_OQk0epy5tq_aK_TX/s1600/Jonesville06.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglYmL-zGA3DkRYgO9JnSA2jXGWGb_-2n1QSR8K1gunsVoYEMCTNwGp7GHaAHMK2w8CqVuaoYhC4C93KpKUBwiIRbXMykCNYkOfLtntYYSM6d4W3jCBPEVBf8dFh0A_OQk0epy5tq_aK_TX/s320/Jonesville06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635290789521344306" border="0" /></a><br />Mollie Owens's stone is very weathered, and both the image and the epitaph are very faint:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTeeCZveN1K_tzk4vcsDzePxt68EVNk5iis0YEzFk7iivifybhU3vxi7JsbUyJuOridpl7wQ9JRJ79PEv6-1R-69X63FgQeAxcPlDKMGhAvY36uktBK1ctUkSe-ibct06GGIvunblag0Lu/s1600/Jonesville58.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTeeCZveN1K_tzk4vcsDzePxt68EVNk5iis0YEzFk7iivifybhU3vxi7JsbUyJuOridpl7wQ9JRJ79PEv6-1R-69X63FgQeAxcPlDKMGhAvY36uktBK1ctUkSe-ibct06GGIvunblag0Lu/s320/Jonesville58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635290395486939330" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">IN MEMORY TO MY</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;">DEAR MOTHER</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">MOLLIE OWENS</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">DIED</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">FEB. 17, 1902</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">AGE 42 YRS.</span><br /></div><br />Alice Bunyon's stone is much clearer:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzN4TrfLEQDRE0wKWySYisX__qkCmaAKzPHKfcGmMVuNGuFw0q7Q-Jt_I6OQF4DxB7VvYc5Q8LP_2hUacZw0whABxMWoxmLQO5_pdfzgm0I4OLARJrQ9pFCpJCunTwBt3KlOk7uJI8pjgk/s1600/Jonesville08.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzN4TrfLEQDRE0wKWySYisX__qkCmaAKzPHKfcGmMVuNGuFw0q7Q-Jt_I6OQF4DxB7VvYc5Q8LP_2hUacZw0whABxMWoxmLQO5_pdfzgm0I4OLARJrQ9pFCpJCunTwBt3KlOk7uJI8pjgk/s320/Jonesville08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635286044209583282" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">IN MEMORY TO MY</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">DEAR WIFE</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">ALICE BUNYON</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">DIED</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">JUNE 29, 1910</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">AGE 36 YRS.</span><br /></div><br />Given the formal similarities of the epitaphs, I'm inclined to wonder whether that's the result of the gravestones coming from the same manufacturer, or whether Mrs. Owens and Mrs. Bunyon were part of the same family.<br /><br />Janie Moore's marker features the lamb iconography already discussed. Beside her, Annie Roberson's gravestone is decorated with a floral motif which is now somewhat faint.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4efuT9FMOQg7EB0Lpl6h1VgfEaUi_WUOAaG0KM48SF2UP9kFED8JJL2ix6CRrCpErJK_1hPsTnR0otw-Td4ThVfR6ADqB1ojNmiqn3S0iGJcBWFjtNiGY0SLoXFstagknRDo8iwa6m0jB/s1600/Jonesville37.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4efuT9FMOQg7EB0Lpl6h1VgfEaUi_WUOAaG0KM48SF2UP9kFED8JJL2ix6CRrCpErJK_1hPsTnR0otw-Td4ThVfR6ADqB1ojNmiqn3S0iGJcBWFjtNiGY0SLoXFstagknRDo8iwa6m0jB/s320/Jonesville37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635283342584189938" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3EneUHVLsCmBCv9DdeGnVe1AjR8qGpV3pbiHAW2NkVHTj8q8OXSLOUcqG6dl7-CjgF2KmswhYJhWo5_J4EsBoJsb4RJyM-szHWgEIcrHzMVIPFztZz5aJ0a1ZNAVMTpUILNprXlGv675/s1600/Jonesville40.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3EneUHVLsCmBCv9DdeGnVe1AjR8qGpV3pbiHAW2NkVHTj8q8OXSLOUcqG6dl7-CjgF2KmswhYJhWo5_J4EsBoJsb4RJyM-szHWgEIcrHzMVIPFztZz5aJ0a1ZNAVMTpUILNprXlGv675/s320/Jonesville40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635283347548388546" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">Write, blessed are the dead</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">which die in the Lord, from</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">henceforth, they do rest</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">from their labors and their</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">works do follow them."</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Good and faithful Servant,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">of Zion's travelers</span>.<br /></div><br />Annie Roberson's epitaph is from <a href="http://bible.cc/revelation/14-13.htm">the instruction to John in Revelation 14:13, King James Version</a>.<br /><br />Of the remaining gravestone, L.B. and Rosa Moore's shared headstone cannot be seen on one side, and <a href="http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GScid=2389867&GRid=73900729&">A. Beach (1834-1909)</a> bears no iconography and a very simple epitaph.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD5QumqieFBRJ9rzyuvplNMBznVq3U0CmF8-VtAcX1MEDdOedE2uD6ZsI_eVR0oBa9ZDrvONIlXi9iqwdg4Pq23F8WrZfC3Uu9uMlLz4DC-MG2PGhIH7ubGw0Zeh9W2Lh3W1zcEjue-4aZ/s1600/Jonesville72.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD5QumqieFBRJ9rzyuvplNMBznVq3U0CmF8-VtAcX1MEDdOedE2uD6ZsI_eVR0oBa9ZDrvONIlXi9iqwdg4Pq23F8WrZfC3Uu9uMlLz4DC-MG2PGhIH7ubGw0Zeh9W2Lh3W1zcEjue-4aZ/s320/Jonesville72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635281727107328610" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">A. BEACH</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">DIED</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">JAN. 22, 1909</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">AGE 75 YRS.</span><br /></div><br />My husband very good-naturedly came along on this trip as my photographer; he is much more serious about photography as a hobby than I am, and as a result he's also much more experienced and knowledgeable, and thus simply better at it. Still, this was both of our first real attempt at photographing gravestones in particular, and the combination of worn and faded gravestones with dappled sunlight and shadow from overhanging trees presented an interesting challenge. Several of our pictures were taken with me looming at some awkward angle over the gravestone to shadow it evenly while Greg took the picture, sometimes standing at an awkward angle himself or shooting between my legs or under my arm to get the correct perspective for the shot.<br /><br />Overall, it was a much more challenging, but much more interesting, exciting, and rewarding experience than I had planned for, and Greg was wonderfully patient about the project turning out to be larger and more involved than I had briefed him for. He's awesome like that.<br /><br />So far, I've already contributed some significant documentation and a nice pile of photos to the Find-A-Grave record, which will hopefully help some genealogical researcher with his own project. I am hoping for a chance to revisit the site in December to take some measurements for a proper scale map of the cemetery; hopefully access the southern half of the property once the summer foliage has died off for the winter; pay more attention to those unmarked fieldstones; and make rubbings of the markers, once I have a few months of practice to work with. In the meantime, I have that burial listing on the way from the Cobb County Library, which will hopefully give me some more data to add to the records on Find-A-rave and my own notes; I'm also planning to contact the church and the Cemetery Commission next week for information on what work is still being done at the cemetery, what methods were used for identifying unmarked burials, and any available background information about the community.Finshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08979223945761853776noreply@blogger.com2