Cemeteries


When my father died in 1990 I inherited a ragtag collection of photographs, letters and Bibles. They were all from his Grandfather, my Great-Grandfather, Edwin Alfonso Niess. Among this collection are a few  pictures of homes the family lived in during the Washington D.C. stage of their lives.

In November of 1889, Edwin moved from Harrisburg, the city of his birth, to Washington D.C. He had just completed 4 years of schooling at what is now Millersville State University and passed the Clerk’s examination for the Federal Government in August. In November he was hired to work in the War Department at a grand salary of $1,000 a year. Edwin went back to Harrisburg the following September to marry my Great-Grandmother, Carrie Virginia Carvell. They left Harrisburg right after the wedding, taking the train back to the District to set up housekeeping at 822 I Street N.E.  By 1897 they had moved from the I Street home to 1113 C Street N.E. The picture below was taken that year. They didn’t remain in that house long since the 1900 census shows the family living at 239 10th St.Edwin worked, belonged to all the right organizations and went to Law School at Columbian Universtity(now George Washington University) earning a LL.B in 1895 and a LL.M in 1896. Working for the War Department he kept getting promotions and in 1900 transferred to the Post Office Department as a Postal Inspector. By 1905 he was a Law Clerk and 2 years later the Niess family found the house to raise their family in. A proper house for an up and coming attorney in Washington D.C. society.This picture was one of the pictures that was torn from a photo album at one point. It is glued on the page with a picture of my great-great-grandparents glued to the other side of the page! The date at the top of the picture seems to indicate August 2, 1907. Keep that date in mind.Another picture, in not so primo condition, shows the front stairs and elements of the Rhode Island Avenue home. The older boy would have been my grandmother’s brother, Edwin M., who had joined the Army and my father standing next to him. I show this picture so you can compare the elements with the picture taken on Christmas Day, 2011. Black handrails, porch, and detail around the front door.It’s a beautiful home today, isn’t it? It should be since Zillow.com estimates it’s value at $747,200!!! It also states that it was built in 1909, a date we now know is not accurate.The only structural change I noticed is the deletion of the rail on the balcony and the addition of a gate and iron bars around the windows and front door. This home, however, was not the last home the Niess’ would purchase.

By  1924 the couple, since that’s what they were again, had downsized and moved north, close to Rock Creek Park. 1422 Crittenden NW is a slightly smaller home with 1960 square feet and only 4 bedrooms. Once again, Zillow’s estimate of the property value would probably make the Niess couple faint! $556,000! I’m sure if this home were in their hometown of Harrisburg, you could lop off at least 400K from that figure! Several years ago we drove past this home and unlike the home on Rhode Island Avenue, this one has changed. The awnings, shrubbery and rock along the sidewalk; all different. This is the home that Edwin and Carrie lived until Carrie died in 1933. Almost two years later, Edwin remarried, and outlived his 2nd wife. Edwin died 18 April 1948 in his home on Crittenden.
Edwin’s final move was to Warrenton, Virginia where he is buried with his 2nd wife, the sister of Edwin M.’s wife, Lucy Kelly Niess. Father, Son and both wives are buried in the Kelly Family Plot. Carrie is buried in Shippensburg, Pennsylvania in the plot with her father, Rev. Jeremiah Mark Carvell, and her daughter, my grandmother, Nellie Viola Niess Sherman.

We visit both cemeteries as we get a chance.

Some people will go to any lengths to get that one little piece of information that they are looking for.  I am one of them.  My husband drove to Stroudsburg, over 200 miles roundtrip, not once but twice, so I could find George H. Auxer’s headstone! But perhaps I should start at the beginning of this story . . .

It seems like I always knew there was a George H. Auxer, but I just didn’t know much about him except he was a daguerreortypist.  Since you “ain’t gonna find anything unless you keep looking” I kept surfing and voila! several years ago, I found a reference to this man in the Dickinson College Archives.  I contacted them and made an appointment to come view their file on the information.  All of this is on  another blog I wrote several years ago.  I’ve picked up a little information here and there since then, but nothing noteworthy UNTIL!

Just in time for Veteran’s Day, Ancestry.com posted a group of records titled “Pennsylvania Veterans Burial Cards, 1777-1999.”  Thinking I knew just about every veteran in my database, I almost didn’t check it out as I considered it a waste of valuable time.  Boy was I wrong!  Boy am I glad I checked out this database!  Lo and behold, there was George H. Auxer and he was buried in Stroudsburg!  What??  Stroudsburg?  The card in the database listed the cemetery, section and plot number, name, birth and death dates, dates of service . . . DATES OF SERVICE???  HE WAS IN THE SERVICE??? This was the first I heard of him in the service!  Well, I had to get up there to take a picture of this headstone!

Trip number one:  I went armed with the form I had copied from Ancestry.com and was sure I’d go right to the spot where George was buried.  The cemetery, however, is not marked with section numbers so I went to the office and spoke to two men who worked there.  They informed me there were no such numbers in their cemetery, nor was there a “south side” as the card indicated!  Furthermore, they mow the cemetery and have never seen that name!  Crestfallen I decided I needed to stop at the Historical Society and see if they have any information.  As luck would have it, we were there on a Monday, the only day they are closed!!  On to the Library, where I did find reference to his obituary, but the reference was to records in the Historical Society!  We had a so-so meal at a lunch place in town and headed home.

Mulling this experience over several things occured to me and the first one was they couldn’t have read the headstone if it wasn’t there!  The card had the name of the Cemetery and the street it was located on, and that’s exactly where we were!  The second thing was that reference to an obituary.  The obituary surely has some information that may be helpful.  I looked for the Historical Society on the internet and found an e-mail address for them and shot off an inquiry, stating my dilemna and what I had done so far.  The Very Next Day! I got a response that she had a copy of the short obituary, and a map and finding aid for the cemetery, please send a check for $1.32.  Well! I don’t write $1.32 checks so I sent a little more and within two days had my answer!

The cemetery has been renumbered since the day when George Auxer was buried in 1867 and she sent a map for that period and one for today.  She also sent a sheet with burials in that area, along with a one line death notice that gave nothing more than the fact that he’d died after a lingering illness and his age.  
Trip Number Two:  Earlier this month we lost a friend whom I had known for almost 50 years.  Our children grew up together and our sons still remain best friends, even though they’re in their 40′s now.  Her funeral was on the 30th of November in Bloomsburg, Pennsylvania, right off of the I-80.  Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania is right off of the I-80, 75 miles east of Bloomsburg.  Since it was not a special trip to find George’s resting place, I did not feel bad asking Jim to once again take me to Stroudsburg to find George!  The day before the funeral we did just that.  Armed with the information from the Historical Society and with the above map from Mapquest, we once again headed to Stroudsburg to see if the Historical Society was correct or if the Cemetery caretakers were right.

The straight white line that goes down the center of the cemetery is the road from Dreher Avenue that runs through the cemetery.  Superimposing the map from the Historical Society over the above referenced map we found that the section that George should be buried in the that section that is almost square on the upper middle of the cemetery, under the words “Stroudsburg Cemetery.”  While Jim rested, Linda, armed with a camera started her trek through Section E.  Lo and behold, the names on burial sheet from the Historical Society started popping up and my heart started beating a little faster.  As I got to that pine tree in the center of the cemetery, I found George! I put an orange dot on the map where he is resting for eternity.  I wanted to go find the caretakers next, but thought better of it. . .

Comparing the picture at the top of the page with the map and the orange dot and this picture, do you see George’s headstone at the top of the page?  It’s the little rounded one in front of the flag, and it almost gets the shade of the tree.

The next questions to be answered are, what was he doing in Stroudsburg when he had a studio in Hackettstown, New Jersey?  and If he served in the Civil War between 1861 and 1865, why was he checking into a hotel in Philadelphia in 1862?

I think George has a lot more to tell me!

We , being a spontaneous duo, decided to take off for parts unknown on Wednesday.  We had no idea where we were heading or where we would end up, but knew we’d start at Woodward Hill Cemetery where I had to check some very hard to read inscriptions.

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After checking this headstone, I still only know that Anna was the wife of John and cannot make out his surname.  I took some more pictures of Section L in the cemetery and we decided to forget Woodward Hill for awhile and see something different.

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As we headed north we decided to go to Indiantown Gap National Cemetery since we were very close to it.  We have found our final home! This place is absolutely beautiful!  It is serene, well manicured and just one of the most attractive cemeteries we have ever been in.  We checked and Jim, being a veteran, and I as his wife, will have no problem making this our final resting place.

Section 25We drove through this well-designed cemetery and I looked for various people in my database.  The computer database at the cemetery had spit out maps with the name and section number for each name, and all we had to do is drive to it!  Each section was well manicured with no trash or dead flowers.  Throughout the cemetery spots like this are found with benches, trash cans, and a paved walk.

benchAs we were about the leave the cemetery, a funeral was in progress in the area referred to as the Commital Shelter.  This is a secluded, covered area where final services are held for the veteran, with military honors and are scheduled at 30 minute intervals throughout the day.  When we had entered the cemetery we noticed the flag was at half mast and wondered why.  According to the brochure I obtained in the office, I found out that the flag is at half mast “out of respect for all persons buried that day.”    The scene below was behind the Commital Shelter on the way to the Pennsylvania  Veterans’ Memorial.

ITGNt'lWhat would be off to this man’s right, and up on a small rise is The Pennsylvania Veterans’ Memorial, aforementioned.  It is beautifully designed, and was dedicated in 2001 in honor of all veterans from the Commonwealth starting with the Revolutionary War and through the present.  Names, rank and dates of service can be added by filling out a form and purchasing a spot on a Cruciform for a small fee.

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Leaving  this cemetery we decided to cross the Susquehanna and head north to Perry County, one of our favorite spots!  Since we have not been to Millerstown for quite a while, we decided to go visit my great-great-great-great-grandmother, Mary Wolf Troup Lemon, who is buried in the old cemetery in this area.  She and her second husband, Daniel Lemon, are buried next to a large, growing tree.

DanielLemonOn our last visit a year or so ago, Daniel’s headstone was growing into the tree.  The tree won.  Daniel’s headstone is now broken into several pieces.  If you follow the dark line up the tree and then see the black hole to the right of that line.  That black hole once had the corner of the headstone imbedded in it.

wolfplotIn the far corner is a group of headstones belonging to the Wolf family.  My fifth great grandfather, Peter Wolf, is in this group, so I visited him as well.  Peter Wolf was Mary Lemon’s father and rests with a few of his children in this shady spot under an old tree.  His wife, Elizabeth Grove Wolf, may rest here as well, but if she does, her headstone has been either buried or missing for a number of years.

GableElizThere were several headstones just like this one ~ well, the names and dates were different, of course ~ but they were all cast iron with a minimal amount of rust.  You could read each one easily.  I was amazed, since in all the cemeteries I’ve been in, I’d never seen any quite like these.  It was the first I’d taken time to walk thru this cemetery, so of course, it was the first time I’d seen these.  There were several sites that had wonderful surrounds and one of them was spectacular.  It must be maintained by the family.

surroundOne of the residents of this site is William Everhart, who’s monument is still very readable even though he died in 1881.  Perhaps the fact that this cemetery is surrounded by trees and hedges contributes to it’s protection from the elements.

Everhart

Bidding adieu to my family in Millerstown, we headed towards Newport, taking the long way through woods, next to streams and farms. We saw a couple of cabins off the side of the road and got a little wistful thinking this must be, after all, the right way to live!   Reality took over as we neared Newport and we realized we could always visit. . . 

TroupAnnElizaSince I stopped and saw her mother and grandfather, it was only right that I stop and say Hello to my great-great-great-great-grandmother Ann Eliza Troup Ziegler.  She is buried next to her husband, Philip and in front of my great-great-grandmother, Mary Jane Ziegler Gantt Carvell and her first husband, Joseph Don L. Gantt.  

CarvellMJZMary Jane married my great-great grandfather, Jeremiah Mark Carvell, after the death of Joseph Gantt, bringing a young daughter to the marriage.  She and Jeremiah only had one daughter who survived infancy, and it was my great-grandmother, Carrie whom I had visited last month in Shippensburg along with my grandmother, Nellie, and Carrie’s father, Jeremiah.

PerpetualCareNext to Mary Jane Carvell and Joseph Gantt’s site are his parents.  Somebody had requested, and probably paid for Perpetual Care, and there was, at one time, a plate that indicated so.  The plate is still there . . . sort of!  

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I walked through a portion of the cemetery, talking to a few of my people here and there and taking a few pictures since the landscape seems to change with each visit.  The Troups headstones were some that had changed drastically.  It appears a flood of water went through at some point, although these headstones are on the uphill side of the cemetery.  Can’t figure out how this happened. . . 

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As we left the Cemetery and headed back to Newport on our way home, I had to take the final picture of the day.  For some reason this just struck me a peculiar!  The American Legion is the Perry County Country Club??  Am I reading this right?  or are they just on the same road?  Some day we’ll have to take a side trip to find out, but not today!  Our day was drawing to a close and we were hungry.  It was 4:00 PM and we had not stopped for lunch.  A combination lunch/dinner was coming up on the way home.

Another wonderful day in Paradise. . . .

 

Donegal Presbyterian Church, Lancaster County, Pennsylvania

Donegal Presbyterian Church, Lancaster County, Pennsylvania

Donegal Presbyterian Church on a Perfect Autumn Day

Donegal Presbyterian Church on a Perfect Autumn Day

 

Donegal Presbyterian Church Cemetery
Donegal Presbyterian Church Cemetery
The Springs at Donegal Presbyterian Church

The Springs at Donegal Presbyterian Church

 

Donegal Presbyterian Church from the Springs

Donegal Presbyterian Church from the Springs

Donegal Presbyterian Church, Lancaster County, Pennsylvania

Donegal Presbyterian Church, Lancaster County, Pennsylvania

My Grandmother’s Obituary:

SHERMAN, NELLIE VIOLA
Age 84 years in Riverside, April 30, 1976. Mother of William F. Sherman Jr. & Vincent E. Sherman. Also survived by 7 grandchildren & 5 great-grandchildren. Private services and inurnment were held in Evergreen Cemetery. Acheson & Graham Garden of Prayer Mortuary Directors.

Let’s take this obituary apart.  It’s a short one, so it will be easy to do.

1.  SHERMAN, NELLIE VIOLA
Age 84 years in Riverside, April 30, 1976.

Her name, age, place of death and date are correct.  So far, so good.

2.  Mother of William F. Sherman Jr. & Vincent E. Sherman.
Yes, she was the mother of William F. and Vincent E. Sherman.  However, if nobody knew, they’d assume both of them lived in Riverside, wouldn’t they?  After all, the obituary was published in Riverside and she died in Riverside.  The assumption would be wrong. William F. lived about an hour south of Riverside in San Diego County and Vincent E. lived across the country in Virginia!

3.  Also survived by 7 grandchildren & 5 great-grandchildren.
Yes, she had 7 grandchildren and 5 great-grandchildren.

4.  Private services and inurnment were held in Evergreen Cemetery.
Now this is where the facts are really, really wrong!  Private Services?  No.  Inurnment at Evergreen Cemetery?  Definitely No.

This obituary was printed in the newspaper on 1 May, the day after she died.  Now, how conceivable is this?  Services and inurnment held in time for the morning paper?

Private Services were held . . . but not until June 15 when her name was on the headstone with her mother in Springhill Cemetery in Shippensburg, Pennsylvania!

Inurned in Evergreen Cemetery in Riverside, California?  Never happened.  She wasn’t inurned until she was inurned with her mother’s remains in Pennsylvania.

I remember the day she died. My father, the above mentioned William F., called me at work to tell me.  I left work and headed for my parents home an hour and a half away.  I do not remember any services or inurnments since they lived in San Diego County and she died in Riverside County. Since I have her death certificate and all of the bills and receipts from both the mortuary in Riverside and cemetery in Shippensburg, I can say with confidence that the obituary is wrong.

So who furnished the information for the obituary?  The family usually does, don’t they?  Well, yes and no in this case.  The family furnished the information about her descendants to the mortuary, and the mortuary furnished the information to the newspaper. . . . . embellishing it a little.

Springhill Cemetery, Shippensburg, Pennsylvania

Springhill Cemetery, Shippensburg, Pennsylvania


In summation, death certificates and obituaries, are not always to be taken as gospel.  They are only as accurate as the knowledge of the person furnishing the information.  It’s the same today as it was in the days our ancestors lived and breathed on this fine earth!

Halloween is a great time to live in a city!  With Halloween falling on Friday this year, our city was even more alive than it usually is, and it’s usually very alive and thriving!  On Halloween 2008, neighbors were out and talking, children were excited about getting even more candy and community organizations had special events planned for the evening.  

One such event was one held in the Shreiner-Concord Cemetery two blocks from my home.  Since there was an article in the morning paper about it, I had to go ~ and of course, Jim agreed to walk on down there with me.   The plans for the evening, according to the article, included a slide show on the wall of an adjacent home “educating trick-or-treaters and their parents about Lancaster’s historic burial ground.”  There were, of course, treats for the children, as well.  

The most famous “occupant” of the cemetery is Thaddeus Stevens, the Congressman and great Abolitionist from Lancaster.  Thaddeus Stevens had chosen this place as his final resting spot since it was the only graveyard in the area, that accepted burials without regard to race, creed or color.

 

The event was held to bring public awareness to plans to bring the cemetery into more of a a community area, refurbishing gravestones and sidewalks around the graveyard.  The cemetery has been an Eagle Scout project and more can be read about the plans by clicking on the link .  I, of course, had my name added to the list as a volunteer, telling them I would be glad to help with any research necessary for the project!

I will be writing more about this cemetery and the project, as work progresses, on my Graveyard Rabbit Blog. Be sure to check it out.

While walking down to the cemetery, I had to take a picture of a huge witch floating in front of a large home on the way.  She was awesome and just a little reminiscent of the witch in “Wicked.”


 

. . . and of course, no blog about Halloween would be complete without a picture of a ghost.  The Ghost of Halloween was our very own Priest, throwing candy to the children from the balcony of his home!

Do I believe in Spirits?  Of course I do!

I saw one on Halloween tossing candy to the kids!

Just found a new challenge. . . . like I really need a challenge to blog.  . . .and this one is titled “Would you Care to Comment?”  Love this Challenge!  Now I get to take time, sit down and read blogs!  Since I have a (self-inflicted according to my husband) sleep deprivation problem, this is right up my alley!  The challenge was to read 10 different blogs and comment on each one of them.  Because we all appreciate a pat on the back now and then, we can give somebody a cyber attaboy! and at the same time increase our knowledge of a subject near and dear to us the addicted family historians!

Some of the blogs I read are new to me, and some are ones I read every chance I get.  Everybody has a something new to add, and I love reading their spin on my favorite subject (next to my family and grandchildren, that is!)  The blogs I read and commented on, in no particular order are as follows:

1.  Andrea Batchto’s Swimming in Comptons. You have to admire her patience as she reads each page in Orphans Court Minutes one by one by one by one . . . .

2. I found a great blog on GenDisasters, Events that Touched our Ancestors’ Lives. If you’ve not been there, go! Fascinating site and you can browse by states.

3. I also visited Lorelle on WordPress and commented on her interesting “Choosing a Blog Title and Domain Name and URL.”

4. Since I love obituaries, I visited Old Obituaries and read (and of course, commented on) Caton Hoblit; a faked obituary. I figure somebody either wished him ill, or he had a friend with a great sense of humor! Read it for yourself and decide. . . .

5. Cemeteries are another love of mine! Ask my husband; he thinks we stop at them all! I found a blog right up my alley in Gravegardens. They actually have a business tending to graves (cleaning headstones, planting flowers, etc.) and she’s taken pictures of some very interesting cemeteries! I’ll be back to this one again!

6. From Gravegardens, I stopped at Julie Cahill Tarr’s GenBlog. Since I follow her’s on a RSS feed, you know it’s one of my favorites.

7.  After Julie’s blog, I meandered down the road to Life at the Home20 and read and commented on the extraordinary treatment she received from Footnote after hurricane Ike.

8. Janet the Researcher was my next stop. She had paid a visit to my site and I returned the favor and left my comment on the beautiful organ in her Church. One of my best friends is an organist and we follow the trail of organs and organists, so I was, of course, taken by this one. Stop by her site and wish her “Happy Thanksgiving!”

9. I found a neat blog Geneababble with all kinds of little genealogical tidbits. He referenced an article on six ways to give back to the genealogical community that was in The Albuerque Tribune, that I found most interesting. Check out his blog!

10. For my tenth blog, I visited Wearing Grandpa’s Hat, a blog written by Paula Becker. She has some beautiful old pictures of her ancestors on this blog, and information on each one.

This has been a fun challenge, and I would encourage each of you to visit some of the blogs I referenced here.  There are some incredibly talented bloggers out there!

The Obituary:

Lancaster Daily Intelligencer,
Tuesday, July 12, 1882:
DEATHS:
COLE – In this city, July 11, Susannah, relict of the late Abraham Cole, in the 82nd year of her age.
Her relatives and friends are respectfully invited to attend the funeral, from the residence of her son-in-law, T.A. Albright, No. 337 West King street, on Friday afternoon at 2 o’clock.

The Story:

Susan Ward and her sister, Sarah, probably shared toys as children.  As adults, they shared a husband, although not at the same time.

Sarah was the oldest, she was born in May of 1784 and Susannnah (Susan) was born in  September of 1800.  When Susan was only 14, she watched her sister marry Jacob Axer and become the mother of three of his children.  Every two years, Sarah had a child, John in 1815, Catharine in 1817, and in 1819 another child.  This child didn’t even live a full day, and Sarah only lived until the next day.  It must have been a real tragedy to everybody around the young family.

Susan, it appears, may have been a caregiver, both to the children and their father, as Jacob and Susan were married two years after Sarah’s death.  Jacob and Susan married on September 27, 1819.  Less than a month later, their first child, Sarah, was born.  Their young daughter, was named in honor of Jacob’s first wife and Susan’s sister.  Alas, this young daughter, did not live to see October end.  She, too, had a short life.

Four more children were born to this marriage, Jacob Jr. in 1822, Sarah in 1828, George in 1832 and Frederick in 1836.  In 1843, Jacob died and was buried next to Sarah in Lancaster Cemetery.

Susan had three children at home and was on her own.  Less than a year later, she married widower, Abraham Cole who was a Tanner in Lancaster.  It appears the couple did not own property.  No deeds have been found for them and in 1857, they boarded at the Keystone Tavern.  Three years later they lived with the Susan’s daughter, Sarah, and her family.

Fact: Newspaper obituary published 30 November 1864:

Abraham Cole died on  November 28, 1864 and is buried next to his first wife in Lancaster Cemetery.  It took me awhile to find his obituary since I was looking for his correct name, not Ephraim!  Silly me!  Susan continued to live the remainder of her days with the Albrights and died in July of 1882.  Her will left her entire estate to the Albrights, after her debts were paid.  Her other children were excluded.  She was buried in Lancaster Cemetery next to her 2nd husband Abraham Cole.
Lancaster Cemetery, Susannah Ward Axer Cole's headstone

Lancaster Cemetery, Susannah Ward Axer Cole

See anything funny about this picture?  You only see Susannah’s inscription, right?  Guess what?  Abraham Cole and his first wife’s stones face forward; Susannah’s faces backwards!  Wouldn’t you like to know the story behind this? Was it a mistake?  Was it a decision by Abraham’s family?  What’s the story??
Lancaster Cemetery, Abraham and Catharine Cole's headstones

Lancaster Cemetery, Abraham and Catharine Cole's headstone

. . . and this is why I love obituaries and cemeteries.  Oh the “stories” they can tell!

and used the techniques suggested by fellow Genea-bloggers. I also used water, a soft brush and a rag, removing some of the years of grime and yuck from the stone. I only removed enough to read the pertinent information. No harsh cleaning agents were used, and no stiff brushes. I felt this stone had survived for over 100 years and I didn’t want to be the one who hastened it’s demise!

As soon as I uncovered enough to rub the dates, I stopped cleaning (thankfully ~ that was hard work!) and started in on my main mission. The death date was the cincher, and my “Elizabeth A.” died in 1826; the headstone’s “Elizabeth A.” died in 1888! Not my Elizabeth, nutz!

Elizabeth Somebody Else, not Elizabeth Auxer Kleiss

Elizabeth Somebody Else, not Elizabeth Auxer Kleiss

. . . but all was not in vain! First of all, when I was leaving the aisle that Elizabeth Somebody Else is buried in, I saw this beautiful hawk sitting on a headstone. . . .in the middle of the City! He sat there oblivious to my presence, in my car, and waited for me to take his picture! As I started moving again, he noticed me and flew off!

Cemetery Pet?

Cemetery Pet?

But back to the subject, I found headstones! Headstones belonging to George Kleiss, Jr., next to his sister, Anna Maria Weigand! I also found Walter F. Albright and his wife, Barbara’s headstones, in a nice border lined cemetery plot. Anna Maria’s must have been beautiful. . . before it was vandalized! Sad.

Vandalized headstone of Anna Maria Kleiss Weigand

Vandalized headstone of Anna Maria Kleiss Weigand

Now for the gross part. I wore flip flops since it was a bit warm, never thinking my feet would get dirty. Now why wouldn’t they? I walked one quarter of the largest cemetery in Lancaster, and I expected my feet to remain lily white? (with pink toenails, of course) When I got home at looked down at my feet, I was shocked! I immediately found the darkest wash cloth in the house (black) and washed my feet! Yuck!

Yucky, Dirty Feet!

Yucky, Dirty Feet!

Thank you all for the suggestions! You helped me eliminate a wrong headstone and helped me find headstones in the future.

Now to hop in the shower. . . . . .

Elizabeth Auxer Kleiss was the wife of Johan Philip Kleiss and was buried along with him at the First Reformed Church in their cemetery in Lancaster, Pennsylvania.  For eternity.  Really???

Well, only until they needed that ground for something else!  At that point they needed to find a final resting spot for the occupants of the cemetery and many of the stones were moved to the Stranger’s Burial Ground in Lancaster Cemetery. Some were put in the wall at the Church.

Records indicate that Elizabeth and Philip were moved to Lancaster Cemetery.  The stones in the Stranger’s ground are scattered, sunken, broken or missing.  I “think” I found Elizabeth’s stone; I have not found Philip’s.

Elizabeth Kleiss?

I can read the “Elizabeth A” and I can read “September” but I can read nothing else.  So I went back to the cemetery and took some close ups thinking I could photo edit them and read them.

Elizabeth's stone?

Elizabeth's stone?

Elizabeth's Stone?

Elizabeth's stone?

Elizabeth's headstone?

Elizabeth's stone?

Any suggestions on how to read this stone?  I don’t want to try to clean it and ruin the stone, but if there is a safe way to read it and/or clean it, I’m open to suggestions!  There is a strong possiblility that it is my ancestor Elizabeth’s stone, since the name matches and September is the month she was born in.

Help!

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