Postcard Collection...Report No. One

Harpswell, ME. The Old Meeting House and Burying Grounds

The meeting house shown on this postcard was started in 1757 and completed 1759. The burying grounds are immediately behind the meeting house. Until 1900 it was still used for burial; however they had to stop because old graves were being uncovered when a new grave was dug. Due to the age of the cemetery many stones are buried, missing, broken, or vandalized. Many loose stones are simply placed behind the meeting house. It was transcribed sometime in the 1970’s then again more recently.
The Harpswell Garden Club has had a big hand in restoring the stones and grounds. Today it is a well kept historical site. It is a National Historical Landmark (68000014).
The citizens of the burying grounds include many early settlers of Harpswell, including the builder and minister of the Meeting House, Elisha Eaton.

Christmas Ramblings

It is early on Christmas morning, the dog is snoring at my feet, the family is still sleeping, and it is pouring down rain outside. I can hear the rain splashing on my front patio. Under the Christmas tree Santa left many gifts, in a few hours the house will be a clutter of gift wrap, and smelling like Christmas dinner. And I am thinking about graveyards.
Back east the cemeteries are covered with snow; wouldn’t it make a terrific picture? Here the ground is wet and the gophers are having a gay time.
Our historic treasures mostly stay the same winter after winter, summer after summer. Season after season. As I drive by MY cemetery (Sunnyslope) I see the seasons change. Yesterday there were bright red poinsettias spotted throughout the cemetery. A couple months ago there were American flags places around every section by the American Legion. When I drive by I always think of someone who is buried there, for I know many of them. If I didn’t know them in life I learned a little about them to have a nodding acquaintance.
A long time ago most cemeteries were put in a location way out of town. In time the town grew up to surround it. That is true here in Corona. Now it is on a main road that I past several times a week. I have dear friends that live a short walking distance away. I have spoken to people that have passed the cemetery hundreds of times and until I mention it they didn’t even realize that they were passing one by, it became so familiar to them. Everyone is on their way, busy, busy and in the cemetery are hundreds of people that made the town what it is. Some people made their mark on other towns, then came to Corona and made their mark here too.
While researching in the web I found a small cemetery that has really touched me. There is a listing of graves, just a few, but the wonderful family that put it together, posted pictures of markers that aren’t even there anymore. Closser & Horn Family Cemetery, Amwell Township, Washington County, PennsylvaniaThe stones have disappeared but they had old pictures of the stones in their scrapbooks. The stones pictured here were not found in 2002. This gave me a lot of new thought. How many stones have disappeared to time, and someone, somewhere, has the pictures?
The family is getting up, time to celebrate the meaning of Christmas. Tomorrow I will be thinking of cemeteries again.
Happy Everything to Everybody!

Acid Rain and Cemeteries

Acid rain has become personal! Living in Southern California we never see the effects of acid rain, probably because it doesn’t rain much. On a trip to New York last year I went to visit the graves of my great grandparents at the Franch/German portion of Forest Lawn Cemetery in Buffalo. Many of the stones were so pocked that they were difficult to read. I asked a caretaker why some were so unreadable and others right nearby were fine. I expected her to tell me it was the materials of the marker, but she simple said two words: “acid rain.”

Preservation of cemeteries is most important because something our ancestors thought of as a forever memorial is actually going away. Acid rain, along with general weathering, vandalism, and development is causing the disappearance of valuable history. Each year letters and numbers fade away. Unless we photograph and transcribe existing tombstones there will be a day that we won’t be able to.

There are three major types of stones used to make markers. Slate was used from about 1650 to 1900. In the early days of America, around Boston, there was a supply of very high quality of slate. They are mostly unaffected by acid rain. Proof of that is in the oldest cemeteries most stones are made of slate and are still readable. Sandstone was used from 1650 to 1890. It was quarried in Connecticut and was transported by rail to many cities in the US. It deteriorates quickly, cracks and returns to sand. Another stone is Marble or Limestone, used from 1780-1930. It was desired because of its white pure color. They are made from calcium carbonate and weather badly. The surface becomes pitted and stained. This is what my great grandparents stone (pictured) is made from. It is adversely affected by acid rain. Finally: Granite. Granite has been used since 1860 until today. It is the most durable, often called the “Rock of Ages.” Many cemeteries will only allow granite to be used.

To my knowledge there are no other pictures of the Kerkers stones. Of course there may be some pictures (that I would love to have!) hidden in some ones closet or attic or basement, but not a one on line or in any library. By the time I get back to New York, the writing on the stones may be invisible. I guess my work of “publishing” my own collection of family gravestones is waiting for me. Does this work never end?! I hope not.

Mourning Fans

In spite of my plans to downsize and stop collecting, mourning fans have caught my attention. They don't take up much room, really.

Men and ladies of any time before air conditioning had a fan handy. Ladies made them a fashion accessory. The fan could be very fancy or very simple. I imagine that my ancestors, the Rockefellers, would have had a very beautiful fan, perhaps made with feathers or lighted gilded with a decoration, while other ancestors such as the Carrolls would have had a simple fan. I am sure they would have just one simple fan that would be used for many different funerals.

When the time period for mourning was a year and a day you just had to have a fan that was black to match your daily attire. If you could afford a lovely fan you would purchase one. If you couldn't you might paint one that you already had. Long mourning periods were for women while men wore a black armband and went about their daily routine. Men usually wore dark clothing so their regular fan would be proper. Simplicity and solemnity was necessary to mourning so a mourning fan would be plain black, but some would have a ever so slight decoration.

In the 1908 Sears catalogue you could purchase a lovely black silk fan for 25 cents. The simple mourning fan I bought cost $9.00, the one I really wanted was $35.00. As I checked on line to find more mourning fans many are being sold for hundreds of dollars.

No laundry or dinner today, Dear. I am off to the antique stores!

Evergreen Memorial Park, Riverside, CA

The oldest cemetery in Riverside, CA is Evergreen Memorial Park. The largest and oldest section was not endowed and the cemetery became know as EverBrown by local folks. In recent years it has received a lot of attention and is again called Evergreen.
In this cemetery are many early pioneers of Riverside. There are so many stories to share about this cemetery but today I choose to share the story of a “Real Daughter.” She has a lovely monument. On the side is a plaque placed by the Daughters of the American Revolution.
The Aurantia Chapter of DAR marked the grave of Phoebe Jane Lemon Hungate on May 1, 1927. Phoebe didn’t live in Riverside for very long. She was a member of the John Wallace Chapter of Bedford, Indiana. After coming to Riverside she searched out the local DAR, which was very dear to her. She was a “Real Daughter.” Her father Matthias Lemon, enlisted in June 1778 at Sunsbury, PA, he was a mounted ranger along the Susquehanna River protecting the settlers from the Indians. He enlisted again in 1779 as a substitute for his brother James. Later he served as a Lt. Col in the New York Militia in the Indian Wars. I tried to find her father’s grave on Find a Grave in Greene County, Indiana where he was buried but so far there is not a picture.
On October 11, 1911 Phoebe visited the Aurantia Chapter and told of her father’s service during the Revolution and was made an honorary chapter member that day.
The rest of us DAR ladies are grand daughters and great grand daughters , and great, great granddaughters of a Patriot that served in some way during the American Revolution. Phoebe was a Real Daughter, they are in limited supply.
Phoebe died on August 3, 1912. She is buried with her husband and two sons.

Old Catholic Cemetery Portageville, NY

Have you ever wanted to peek in somebody's diary? Here is your chance. The following are three excepts from my diary/journal of a trip I took to Western New York last year.

I went to look for my family at the Old Catholic Cemetery but they weren’t there. That is a cemetery that looks like an old cemetery. It is on a hill a mile from the church. As you stand there you can see over the town. It is not taken care of. Many stones are tilted this way and that. Most stones are lying flat, with the inscription side buried in the ground. There are only a few that are standing upright. I read a transcription of the cemetery that was done in 1932. The author said “it is a well kept cemetery”. Too bad it is not now. There are a couple of homes across the road. They are nice homes that are surrounded by very large yards. I thought to myself: “Too bad someone there doesn’t make a hobby of keeping the cemetery beautiful”. In all honesty, I probably wouldn’t either. I would want to but I would try to get my husband, Dave, to do it instead. I would rather write about the people that are buried there. And sit next to their graves and talk to them.
Later I learned that Mary and John Carroll are buried in another cemetery about a mile from town. It is called the Assumption Church Cemetery. The locals refer to it as “Irish Hill.” Mostly the canalers are buried there. They came to work on the Genesee Valley Canal. Many also worked on the railroad. In the cemetery there is a monument for the Ryan family that illustrates everyone on Irish Hill:
“In memory of the Irish who populated this area during the building of the
bridge and the Genesee Valley Canal, bringing their faith with them.”
A couple pages later….
Then we went up to the new Catholic cemetery. When John first told me about it he said “bring your boots and we will climb Irish Hill”. I had in my mind that we would have to climb some old hill that was over grown with vegetation, but it was a wonderful walk. John had been having fun with me. In fact the whole area is very pretty. This cemetery was started after 1901 when the other cemetery became too full. It is very well kept; all the stones are very pretty. Many graves had flowers on them showing that someone still honors them. My new friend showed me the graves of his parents and his other family graves. They were close to my family by several yards. They probably knew each other. But of course they knew each other. This was a small town, they went to the same church, they were all Irish.
The Carroll stones are nice, embellished monuments. I asked if they had some money for such stones. John said it didn’t matter if they had money or not, these Irish folks would have a nice stone. I was wondering where John and Sarah were buried. I assumed it would have been in Castile where they had to live after the Park took their house away. I was glad to see that they were buried right next to their family. John was buried next to his wife, Mary, to whom he was married to for a short time. The church records don’t reflect their marriage. Perhaps they were married in her hometown. I don’t know where she is from or her maiden name. She died in 1918; we thought perhaps she died in the flu epidemic.
I felt so close to them there. I have tried to learn about them from official records but to see their graves mean a lot. Although they have been gone for a long time, it seemed like something concrete to verify they did once live makes it real.
Another day, several pages later...........
I took Sheila up to the old Catholic Cemetery which looks like a real old cemetery, the kind you see in movies about ghosts. The stones are falling this way and that, and many have simply fallen flat to the ground. Then we went up to Irish Hill. I wanted to visit the Carrolls and McCarthys again. Sheila got out with me and took my picture at their graves. I introduced Sheila as my new family and the Carrolls and McCarthys as my old family. In some weird way I felt like we all were bonded. And we are all family through marriages. And that is for another story.
My work was done in Portageville, New York. I didn’t know what else I could do so we took a quick spin around town once again then got on the road to go home.
The town is a part of history now, just as though you closed a book. The people that built it, the canalers, railroad men, saloon and inn keepers are all on Irish Hill. No matter how much money you have to spend it will never be the same as when the Carrolls and McCarthy’s lived there.

Indian Cemetery

I found a ribbit at the cemetery!! But there was no grass, or shade from trees. There was a lovely background of mountains. And many children buried under simple stones at the Sherman Indian School Cemetery. Each grave had artifical flowers on it.

Almost every stone had the symbol of the Sherman Indian School engraved, but not a name. There was a larger monument that listed many names of people associated with the school that died after 1901.

I learned that at one time Indian children were sent (removed from their homes) to this school to assimilate in American society, taught a trade and were expected to behave like the white man. Because of U. S. Bureau Policy and some misunderstandings children that died were not allowed to return home, so it was here that they were buried.

There is a black iron fence that is locked so I could not walk around inside, but my little camera fit nicely between the fence posts and I took some good pictures.

There is a Indian tradition for the Southern California tribes that on May 3rd flowers are placed in all the Indian cemeteries thus all the plastic flowers still there six months later. This is called Indian Flower Day.

It was a short visit but I said a prayer for all the little children and left.

Ft. Rosecrans Cemetery, Point Loma, California

Last week after my husband and I went to Hollywood Forever Cemetery, he told me he would not go to anymore cemeteries. Then yesterday he said “Hey, you want to go to Point Loma?” “Sure, why? “ “The veteran’s cemetery.” I don’t know why he changed his mind but off we went.
I was captivated the minute our drive took us near the military markers. I was born in San Diego, but I had never been here. I could barely wait to get out of the car. Imagine this: The ocean on two sides and military markers as far as you can see up and down rolling hills. As we walked among the stones, there was every branch of the military, every state represented, men, women, and children. We found out that there have been nearly 95,000 number of people buried there. Currently there is no room for casket interments but some for cremated remains.
As a burial ground it dates from the early history of California. The cemetery lies on two sides of a road. We walked up and down hills. I got as close to the ocean as I could, trying to decide which space had the best view. Then we crossed the street and went on the side that faces the bay and downtown San Diego. Now we start finding older graves. Not only were there military issued stones but several other markers of various shapes and designs mixed in. Both of us were reading so many and calling each other over to see our discoveries. Talk about HOPPING though the graveyard!!
Then a group of people came near to one stone I was standing at and one man started to tell a story, so I stopped and listened. He introduced himself and said he was a history teacher and this was some of his AP students. I asked if I could follow along. This man was passionate about San Diego history. We went to the Bennington monument, a tall granite monument, and he told about then men that were buried there. He pointed to the bay and said that the ship, the USS Bennington was docked there when the ship started on fire due to a boiler that burst. The captain had gone into town and was at a local bar drinking. The crew had just returned from maneuvers in the Pacific and need some R&R. When the captain was told of the ship on fire, he hurried to the harbor, but all he could do was helplessly watch his ship burn. The history teacher told in graphic detail how the men burned to death. So here, the men are buried within sight of where they died. That was so touching I wanted to cry.
I had to cheer up so we continued our walk looking at all the interesting stones. I saw some symbols engraved on the markers I wasn’t familiar with. Couldn’t wait to get home to look them up.
Along the road that divides the two sides bicycle riders are peddling in the beautiful San Diego climate. And walkers and joggers are enjoying their daily activities. San Diego is a very health oriented community. The ambiance is enhanced by the Pacific Ocean air.
Once at home I spent the evening on the internet looking up more information about Fort Rosecrans. I should have done that before we went. But this wasn’t academic, it was an adventure.

Veterans Day at Sunnyslope

There is a large celebration on Memorial Day at our cemetery, but not on Veterans day. Kathleen and I decided to go over there and set up a table complete with snacks, flowers, and handouts, in case anyone wanted to talk, and we could tell them of the Cemetery Stroll next year, which will be dedicated to Veterans who are buried there. We both thought “What are we doing? Nobody will be there but us” But a driving force encouraged us to go We really thought we would just sit there all day and visit.
It turned out to be a magical day at the cemetery!! Our first visitor was one of the administrators of Sunnyslope as well as many other cemeteries that go out past Palm Springs. Then the caretaker, whom we love and depend on, Eddie, came over. We told him that we decided to do Veterans next year. Immediately he said “Hey! How about these people?” He pointed to two graves that were just feet from our table. They are flat stones, which are usually not as interesting, but immediately they sparked interest. Two separate stones, one each for the man and one for his wife. The fellow fought in WWI, the wife was in WWII. Eddie said that the man would close the gate at the cemetery every night, because he lived across the street. He pointed across the street and said ”in that house on the corner” Right then we knew they were possibilities. Then Eddie gave the best piece of info…The man was a clown for Barnum and Bailey circus for 30 years and she was his assistant. Of course it all has to be researched, but we got our first names for next year!
Eddie said he would be thinking about others for us.
Not too long after that, a couple came over to talk. They both had the day off and decided to start doing genealogy at the cemetery. We talked for a while then asked “what are the names you are working on?” One was a family we had just portrayed at the last Cemetery Stroll, a couple weeks ago. And Kathleen had all the research in the trunk of her car. Can you imagine being handed a stack of research two inches high, while you just happen to be in the cemetery, when two ladies just happen to be there with the right info!! She was jumping up and down!! And so were we.
Several people drove by and we had nice talks, passed out a postcard with our information on it so they could submit ideas and soldiers stories to us. Then Eddie came over again and said “I have something to show you.” He took us the far end of the cemetery and told stories about many other people. He pointed out stones I hadn’t noticed before. We couldn’t write notes fast enough. One story he told was a man had it in his will that his family must spend X amount on his funeral or none of them would get anything from his estate. He has a lovely stone and a nice marble bench. And there were fresh flowers at his marker. Now I want to go to the courthouse and get a copy of that will.
Later in the day I was walking around with my camera and a man came up, got out of his truck and pulled a bagpipe out. I started to take a picture and he questioned me with his body language. I went over and said I just wanted to take a picture, are you here to see a loved one? “No,” he replied, “I just wanted to pay tribute to my fellow soldiers” Oh! My heart sung a few notes, and then he played as he stood in front of the soldiers’ monument. Myself and many silent citizens were his only audience, and we got a show! I asked him about the songs: it was a medley of Minstrel Boy, each armed forces song and ending with Amazing Grace.
AMAZING!

Hollywood Forever Cemetery

Finally I got to the Hollywood Forever Cemetery! For so long I wanted to go. I took my parents because I thought they would like it. Many old time movie stars are buried there, including Douglas Fairbanks Sr. and Jr., Jane Mansfield, Mel Blanc and Rudolph Valentino. As we wandered around consulting a map (I had to pay $5 for it) I kept thinking that in one more generation these movie stars that were once so well known won't be known. My son, who is 22, has no idea who these folks are. And my parents, well, the names brought back so many memories. My mom mentioned several times that her mother just loved Tyrone Power and thought he was the cat's meow. And how Charlie Chaplin make them laugh so much.
The cemetery was so much more than I thought. So many nooks and alleys to follow!! It was very crowded with "silent citizens". There is a very large Russian section, a larger Jewish section. They are so much fun to wander through and see all the names that are odd to my ears.
Of course it is the history I like best. It is what I call a "rescue cemetery." For a time the cemetery was not cared for, the endowment money wasted. Some families actually paid to have their loved ones moved, one family being Max Factor's. By 1996 the property was bankrupt. In 1998 a fellow named Tyler Cassity save it from a uncertain future. He bought the property, invested millions, and made it desirable place to visit and rest forever.
It is free ,just like any other cemetery, to wander through, but it took a $5 map, a kind lady, and a $15.00 guide book to find our way around. Worth every penny!!!!!!!!!

Corona's Sunnyslope Cemetery

By George, we want a cemetery fence! On October 26, 2008 Corona Sunnyslope Cemetery Stroll took place for the 13th year. In the past we did the stroll as a community project. This year we kicked off a project to raise money for a iron fence. Our cemetery currently has a chain link fence and the only cemetery in town deserves better.
All the citizens of the cemetery that we portraied had the name George or DeGeorge or Georgianna or Georgia. As I wrote my script and learned about the person, the gravestone becomes alot more meaningful than it did as I once casually ambled by.
The one George that most people will now reconize is Judge George Freeman. He has a simple flat stone and it is slightly worn. As the researcher dug deeper and reviewed this judge's court cases, she discovered that one of the cases he tried was the Wineville Chicken Coop Murders, which the movie, The Changling, is based.
This is a reminder that all the people buried at Sunnyslope, or any other cemetery, have their own stories to tell..
For transcriptions of Sunnyslope Cemetery go to this page and scroll down to Sunnyslope:
http://www.usgwtombstones.org/california/riverside.html

For stories of silent citizens that have been done go to and click on Sunnyslope:
http://www.coronagensoc.org/

My first post

The motto I go by is this: Cemeteries are Historical Treasures. I love cemeteries, best of all, those small ones you see as you're driving across country. It is always an experience to pull over to the side of the road, jump out of the car and wander around a unfamiliar graveyard. The imagination runs wild.
Grave Yard Rabbit is such a perfect name. I do hop around when I get in a cemetery. It is hard to be reverent. When I showed a freind the blogs she said "You found you own people!"