Last week’s post reminded me of the pic below, which I snapped earlier this year in Spring Hill Cemetery in Easton, Md. I’m kind of jealous of someone whose surname lends itself well to imagery in cases like this:
This beautiful tombstone belongs to:
Beloved Daughter of
Matthew P. & Mary F.
Born Dec: 17, 1859
Died Nov: 4, 1884
I’ve been chastised by one of my faithful readers for falling behind on Tombstone Tuesday posts and so I’m delving back into some photos I took over the summer at a cemetery in the heart of Boston’s North End. I’m including a photo below of a gem of a tombstone with some wonderfully creepy symbols at the top:
This tombstone features a skeleton apparently sitting on a skull, next to what appears to be an hourglass framed by wings (Time Flies?) and all of this bordered by crossbones. Oh, and there appears to be a scythe behind the seated skeleton.
All of this imagery adorns the gravestone of Mr. Edward Richards, who died in 1747/8 (and this notation seems to indicate the stone was made well after his death, post 1752, when the calendar changed).
The death information for Richards’ son is also on the stone, along with information about his wife.
Dear Reader: Do you think you are related to the individuals listed in this post? Please drop me a note! I love hearing from cousins and others researching my family!
About a year ago, I began a series of posts about a few of my ancestors who used to be buried at Arlington Abbey Mausoleum in Northern Virginia. The good news is that after learning that my ancestors’ remains were missing, I eventually was able to track down their whereabouts.
I was contacted by another family historian recently who came upon my posts and now she too has been able to figure out where her relatives are buried. I’m re-posting this series here in the hopes that others who may have had family buried there might find the information helpful.
I’m actually still struggling to get more documentation from Parklawn Memorial Park — they will not send me the interment documentation because of what they say are privacy concerns (even though I’m a direct descendant of all three buried there and the most recent of them died in 1930). I’m still trying — my most recent call to the cemetery resulted in a promise to send me a hand-written letter stating who was buried there, but that hasn’t materialized yet. I may visit the cemetery again and visit their offices in person to see if I can get further with them.