Miles Mausoleum

Miles Mausoleum (Alton, Illinois)
Somewhere in the vicinity of Alton, Illinois is the abandoned Miles Cemetery, which includes the Miles Mausoleum. In the 1960’s some dummies dug up the bodies of the 11 Miles family members and burned them during a ritual, which gives this site an infamous reputation. I can’t find any definite instructions on how to get there, however – the website linked at the top is the best I could find. Good luck! Oh, and send pictures, if you find your way there! (Thanks to Rose for the suggestion.)

Colonial Park Cemetery

Colonial Park Cemetery (Savannah, Georgia)
Comtesse Travelogue to Savannah’s oldest cemetery – a site of duels, lush shrubbery, tragic tombstones, and Civil War marshmallow roasting.

A Campsite For The Ages

Colonial Park Cemetery
Savannah, GA – July 20, 2001

Colonial Park Cemetery
Corner of E. Oglethorpe and Abercorn
Savannah, GA

Ah, Colonial Park Cemetery! Definitely one of the highlights of my trip to Savannah. What a marvelously morbid place. I first heard about it on an episode of “The Scariest Places On Earth” — an episode which discusses a mythical man-beast named René who had supposedly been imprisoned at the Cemetery and had been accused of killing a couple of children whose corpses wound up at the site. Unfortunately, after discussing this story with local historians, it appears that it was a figment of a feverish network imagination, with no real basis in fact. Pity…However, what I did find out about Colonial Park Cemetery definitely places it high on the morbidity scale:

  • Colonial Park Cemetery is either Savannah’s oldest or second oldest cemetery (depending on the source), founded in 1750 and used as a burial ground until the 1850’s
  • Colonial Park Cemetery is the final resting spot for over 700 victims of the 1820 Yellow Fever epidemic
  • Colonial Park Cemetery was the site of numerous fatal duels [Elizabeth writes to correct me on this one: “First of all you should know, that contrary to what tour guides tell you, there were NO duels, fatal or otherwise, fought in or even near Colonial Cemetery. The duelists buried in the cemetery (there are only a few) did their duelling elsewhere. One popular spot was on Hutchinson Island. There were also a few at Tybee Island. The duel between Button Gwinnett and Lachlan McIntosh was fought a few miles from town on what is now Wheaton Street at a place known as Governor Wright’s meadow.” Oops… my bad.]
  • Colonial Park Cemetery is the resting place of many notable Georgia citizens, including 5 governors and several Revolutionary War soldiers
  • Colonial Park Cemetery was used as a campground by General Sherman’s Soldiers during the Civil War

And Colonial Park Cemetery is just a damned cool place to take a short stroll and ponder the long night of the soul… or, you know, how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop… or whatever else you feel like pondering. Without further ado…

 

This is the lavish front entrance to the Cemetery, which was erected by the Daughters of the American Revolution in 1913 in memory of the Patriots of the Revolutionary War. (Hence the ‘D.A.R.’ in the center – kinda self-serving, don’t you think? Shouldn’t it say ‘C.P.C.’ for Colonial Park Cemetery, or something? Some people…)
This is a nice view of the Cemetery as you enter through the front gate. It was an overcast, rainy day when we were there but you can still grasp the pastoral beauty of the site.
You may have noticed the oddly shaped crypt to the left of the path in the previous picture. Well, so did I. I found these crypts to be positively strange, and even stranger still when their unique shape was explained by our Ghost Tour docent a couple of nights later. You see, these crypts were built in the shape of a bed (with the headboard to the right), to imply everlasting rest. The funny thing is that typically each of these crypts held an entire family – buried one on top of the other. It must be hard to get much rest under those circumstances!


 
(Death’s Head Detail)

I fell instantly in love with this ‘Death’s Head’ tombstone. I wish we had them like this in California!

HERE lies interrd the
Body of Doct. Samuel
Vickers who departed
this Life Octo. the 15th
Anno Domini 1785. In
the XXX Year of his Age ~~~~~~~

HE
Was born in New Brunswick
and
Received the honours of the
College at Princeton in N. Jersey.

This Monument is erected to his Me
mory by his affectionte Brother. TLV

So, I have to wonder — do you suppose that the ‘XXX’ is Roman Numerals for 30… or do you think that they forgot to put the year in? Or maybe TLV got a bargain on a “slightly used” headstone and had to make do? Oh, the great mysteries of life… er, death!

I fell absolutely in love with this flowering tree – as you’ll see in several other shots. Yes, variety is not my strong suit… But, isn’t it lovely? [Elizabeth writes to enlighten me: “The lovely trees that bloom in the cemetery are Crepe Myrtles, some of which are well over a 100 years old. “]
Look – there it is again, enshrouding a gravestone…
There were a number of old gravestones attached to a brick wall at the back of the cemetery. Though it seems a bit sad to see them there, instead of atop the bones where they belong, at least they are being well-preserved… Why, you might ask, are they back there? Well, when General Sherman’s troops were occupying the cemetery, they broke off or removed many of the tombstones to make room for their tents. So, now, the graves are no longer marked and the stones are back here against the wall. Now, Savannah has like 20 or something open squares – why did they have to choose the cemetery to make their camp? I guess that’s where Black Sabbath got the inspiration for the title “War Pigs”…

Here’s one of the more poignant stones against the wall — tribute to a lost child and wife:

This Stone
The humble monument of Parental love
covers the Grave of
ANN JOHNSTON DRYSDALE
the Daughter of
John and Ann Drysdale
who departed this life
on the 10th day of March
A. D. 1819
in the 10th year of her age
‘Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven’

And now this stone
which covers the ashes of the Child
of John Drysdale
holds also the body of her Mother his wife
who departed this mortal life to enter upon
one of immortality in the bosom of her
Father and her God
on the 1st day of November in the year
of our Lord one thousand eight hundred
and twenty.

Here’s another unique and poignant stone on the wall. It’s kind of eroded in spots, but I think this is sort of what it says:

In
Memory of
JACOB R. TAYLOR
Son of
John P. Taylor of Philadelphia
a youth of exemplary department
conciliating manners and flauering promise
who in the 19th year of his age
when unarmed and peaceably walking the streets of
Savannah
was on the evening of the 11th of November 1811
attacked and inhumanly decimated [?]
by an armed band [?]
belonging to the crews of the French Privateers
La Vengeance and La Franchise

Rest infinite youth far from thy friends inurnd
By strangers honourd and by strangers mournd
Though thy lone turf no kindred drops can lave
Yet virtue hallows with her tears thy grave

I did a search on this one on the internet to see if I could find an accurate transcription of the gravestone and I found this historic chronicle which explains the circumstances of Jacob’s demise rather well…

Isn’t this one nice? The skull and crossbones theme is another that I miss in modern cemeteries…
Another nice view of the wall…

I found the unique stone and the nice tree etching on this one quite captivating:

In Memory of
LEVI WRIST,
who died
Feb. 23, 1819,
in the 35 Year
of his Age.

Another interesting epitaph:

In memory of
DAVID FRINK Jun.
aged 25 years Son of
DAVID & DEZIRE FRINK
of New London Connec.
who was drowned in Sa
vannah River on the [???]
Nov. 1816 [?] his body was fo-
und and here intered by
the Citizens of Savannah
whose quention [?] will ever
be remembered with gra
titude by his Parents and…

Another lovely tree…
Another view…

Look, it’s the grave of Captain Driscoll! Ummm…. I don’t actually remember why I took this shot. The stone is so unremarkable, I think it must be because Capt. Driscoll was somebody historic or something… but damned if I can remember. Any ideas, anyone? Anyway, here’s what the plain epitaph says:

J. H. S.

Here are deposited
the remains of
Capt. LAWRENCE
DRISCOLL
who departed this
Life on the 21 of April
1810. Aged 47 Years.
He was a native of Ireland.

This monument is erected by his
disconsolate Widow Margaret
Driscoll in testimony of …

One last view of Colonial Park Cemetery – a lovely little slice of morbid history!

Anyone have any additional tidbits or photos to add?
If so, by all means, write me!

For more information on Colonial Park Cemetery, also see:
Find-A-Grave

Elizabeth also has a recommendation:
“I suggest that you read The Old Burying Ground, Colonial Park Cemetery by Elizabeth Piechocinski, which was published by Oglethorpe Press in 1999, and which may be purchased at E. Shaver’s Booksellers, 124 Bull St., Savannah. It might give you a new insight to your interest in this cemetery.”

 

Bonaventure Cemetery

Bonaventure Cemetery (Savannah, Georgia)
Comtesse Travelogue to Savannah’s most beautiful cemetery – made famous in Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.

Midday in the Garden of Good and Evil

Bonaventure Cemetery
Savannah, GA – July 23, 2001

Bonaventure Cemetery
330 Bonaventure Road
Savannah, GA 31404

Colonial Park Cemetery may be older and more historic, but Bonaventure Cemetery is definitely the most beautiful of Savannah’s cemeteries. There’s something just hauntingly romantic about the splendid Victorian statuary among Spanish Moss draped trees and the lush greenery. A stroll among these peaceful tombs, surrounded by marshland and rivers, is like walking through the best parts of a Southern Gothic novel.Although it is strikingly beautiful, Bonaventure is not a particularly old cemetery. It was founded on the site of a plantation in 1868 and was originally called Evergreen Cemetery. The name was changed to Bonaventure in 1907. However, Bonaventure is one of the most popular tourist attractions in Savannah. The reason for this can be summed up in eight words: Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. John Berendt’s book was partially set in this cemetery, and the haunting cover photograph was taken in its confines. (Dean Smiley writes to inform me:  “The cover photo was taken in Bonaventure but the cemetery setting is actually in Beaufort.  This can be found in the book chapter by the same name as the book.”  Guess I should read that book someday!)  However, so many people were flocking to visit the “Bird Girl” statue that graced the front cover, that the family to whom the tomb belonged decided to move the statue to a museum. (Apparently, the last straw was the day they arrived at the gravesite to find a family of tourists picnicking.) If you want to see the original Bird Girl statue nowadays, you need to go to the Telfair Museum Of Art in Savannah, where it is on permanent display. (I didn’t make it there, myself, while I was in town.)Anyway, enough of my blabbing… On with the show!

I found this carved wood burl to be quite interesting, in a creepy sort of way…

The elegantly sad grave of Charles Hohenstein (Aug. 16, 1854 – Aug. 30, 1915) and his beloved wife Mary Doyle (Mary 27, 1858 – Oct. 1, 1921).

“HER CHILDREN ROSE UP AND CALLED HER BLESSED”

John C. Von Hohenstein wrote on 12/6/07: “I am very pleased that you posted the picture of my ancester’s tomb; Charles and Mary Hohenstein. They are my Great Great Grandparents. Charles and his Brother came from Germany at the end of the Civil War. They were shipping merchants who came to capitalize on the rebuilding of Savannah, Atlanta, and New Orleans. The Hohenstein Shipping Yard is still in operation at the Port of Savannah.”

Lovely flowers grace the grave of Charles Seiler (Aug. 15, 1839 – Jan. 9, 1912) and his beloved wife Ernstine (Nov. 8, 1838 – Jan. 28, 1894)

I really loved this one – the grave of Nannie Herndon Mercer, the beloved wife of George A. Mercer (Dec. 17, 1841 – June 16, 1885).

“THE FLOWER FADETH, BUT THE WORD
OF OUR GOD SHALL STAND FOREVER”

Here’s the other most famous reason that people visit Bonaventure: Gracie. As the tomb marker states, “Little Gracie Watson was born in 1883, the only child of her parents. Her father was manager of the Pulaski Hotels, where the beautiful and charming little girl was a favorite with the guests. Two days before Easter, in April 1889, Gracie died of pnemonia at the age of six. In 1890, when the rising sculptor, John Walz, moved to Savannah, he carved from a photograph this life-sized, delicately detailed marble statue, which for almost a century has captured the interest of all passersby.”

Gracie’s ghost is rumored to haunt numerous Savannah buildings as well (more on that in the upcoming Ghost Tour), so she continues to be an intrinsic part of Savannah folklore.

Unfortunately, little Gracie has taken some abuse over the years. You’ll notice her nose is chipped – that’s thanks to a well-aimed rock thrown by some boys in the 1940s. With all the extra publicity around the cemetery sinceMidnight in the Garden, some steps have been taken to try and protect Gracie from harm (intentional or unintentional). There’s now a tall iron fence around her grave (I had to get my shots by sticking the camera through the gaps in the fence). However, there has been some evidence that idiots have been climbing the fence to get at Gracie. It’s quite sad to think that someone would want to damage such a beautiful piece of history and artistry…

Another beauty…

And still another eerie beauty – this one for Corinne Elliott Lawton who died on January 24th, 1877.

“Allured to brighter worlds
and led the way.”

SavannahNow provides some background info:

“Corinne Lawton died at the age of 33 in 1877. Her father was A.R. Lawton, who had risen in ranks to become the Quartermaster General for the Confederacy. After he died, a building was erected on Bull Street and dedicated to the memory of the father and daughter. The Lawton Memorial was an auditorium where the public could hear a musical recital, attend a lecture, or hear speeches from the politicians. Sold in the 1940s, the Lawton Memorial is what we know today as St. Paul’s Greek Orthodox Church.”

Here’s Jesus standing beside the Gateway to the Beyond. I mainly took this one to show the river beyond the cemetery. What a wonderful place to spend eternity… unless, of course, you’re afraid of water!

This simple grave is actually my personal favorite, because you know I love those olde “death head” sculptures. “Be Of Good Courage,” is a refreshingly simple epitaph as well. The grave itself – though it looks very old – actually dates from 1920, strangely enough. The top of the grave is too difficult to read for me to display for you, but it wins the Gravestone Cliché award by a country mile:

“He fought the Good Fight
He ran the Straight Race
His children shall rise up
Forever more and call
him Blessed”

(Yeah, I thought it would rhyme too – go figure…)

Here’s a very poignant gravestone for two doomed children of G. & C. R. Hartman: Mary R. M. (Oct. 9, 1858 – April 18, 1860) and Emma C. (Oct. 15, 1860 – March 4, 1861).

Here’s another of my favorite statues in the cemetery. The staining on the face adds a certain creepy quality to it, don’t you think? This is the grave of Gertrude A. Bliss, wife of Thomas H. McMillan (October 15, 1864 – April 14, 1903)

“EVER THOUGHTFUL OF HOME
AND LOVED ONES AS WIFE
AND MOTHER SHE WAS ALL
THAT ONE COULD BE.”

I guess now we know where the Army got their slogan, huh?

Deborah Coffey wrote me with this little tidbit of information: “One comment, we stayed at the McMillan Inn…absolutely awesome Bed and Breakfast.  The pretty McMillan lady statue is that of the 2nd wife of the man that owned the house.  He is in the same section, buried next to his first wife.”

Here’s another nice angel statue… With a fearfully sad look on its face…

Another beautiful and tragic children’s tomb, this one for Pearce (Sept. 21, 1892 – May 24, 1895) and Catherine (June 28, 1904 – Oct. 23, 1906) Wheless. They certainly don’t make intricate sculptures like this anymore…

Here’s a nice landscape view of the cemetery. Don’t you wish you were strolling through those grounds right now? (I do…)

Isn’t it about time for a Famous Person’s grave? Well, here we are then – Johnny Mercer!! Oh, come on – you must surely know Johnny Mercer! He’s the lyrical genius behind such songs as “Come Rain Or Come Shine,” “Fools Rush In,” “That Old Black Magic,” and – the masterpiece – “Moon River” (best when sung/altered by Morrissey):

“Moon River, wider than a mile
I’ll be crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you’re going, I’m going your way
Two drifters off to the see the world
I’m not so sure the world deserves us
We’re after the same rainbow’s end
It’s just around the bend…
It’s just around the bend…
It’s always just around the bend”

I thought these gateways gave a suitably atmospheric tone to the lush cemetery landscape.

Another sad tombstress in repose…
A charming cherubic detail from one of the larger statues…
And with one last sad dropping of flower petals we bid adieu to Bonaventure Cemetery – one of the most beautiful and peaceful places on earth.

For more excellent photos of the cemetery, check out Dana’s collection.

Anyone have any additional tidbits or photos to add?
If so, by all means, write me!

For more information on Bonaventure Cemetery, also see:
Northstar Gallery 
Savannah Now


Memory Hill Cemetery

Memory Hill Cemetery (Milledgeville, Georgia)
A Comtesse Travelogue to the slave graves of Milledgeville.

Trudging Up Memory Hill

Memory Hill Cemetery 

Milledgeville, GA – April 20, 2003 

Memory Hill Cemetery
Liberty and Franklin Streets
Milledgeville, GA
Website: http://www.friendsofcems.org/MemoryHill/default.asp

I was stationed in Augusta, Georgia for several weeks in 2003 for a grueling work project. During my weekends, I took excursions to various towns to try to immerse myself in some of the dark history in the state. And let’s face it, there is a LOT of it here. The thing I found most interesting about Georgia (as with most of the South), is the way that much of that dark history goes unmentioned. You don’t see museums dedicated to the history of slavery here. That whole chapter of history seems very much to be swept under the rugs. However, the evidence of slavery and segregation scars the countryside, if you know where to look for it.I had read an article about “slave grave markers” and my curiosity was piqued. It seems that there was an old tradition in the 19th century of putting 1-3 chain links on the gravesites of slaves. One link meant that the individual interred was born into slavery, but lived most of their adult life free and died free; two links meant they were born into slavery, lived most of their lives in slavery, but died free; and three links mean they lived their entire life as a slave. I found it very sad to think that the entire measure of their lives could be symbolized by three chain links, and decided that I had to find some of these slave markers myself, to pay homage to the forgotten men and women buried beneath them. (Update 5/29/11 – Adam Selzer suggests an alternate explanation for the three links: “The three links of chains are often said to signify being born, living, and dying in bondage around town, but it’s not quite accurate. There are certainly slave graves in Memory Hill, but the three links of chain are actually symbols denoting that the buried person was a member of the Odd Fellows, the secret club that workers joined while their bosses joined the Freemasons or Shriners.” I hope that’s not true… it’s very unpoetic.)On an overcast April day, I set off to Milledgeville, Georgia to try to find historic Memory Hill Cemetery. I wish I’d done a bit more homework because I later read about numerous very interesting historic graves that I was completely unaware of on my trip, so I consider this visit to be sadly unfinished business, but I did find the slave graves that I was looking for, and for that reason the trip was satisfactory. I also managed to stumble across an old asylum (see part two of the travelogue), which was doubly interesting. So, without further ado, here’s my trip to Milledgeville…

On my drive to Milledgeville, I came across this abandoned old “Country Store,” which I thought was quite photogenic. There were lots of reminders of the past like this littering the backstreets.

Here’s the Milledgeville City Hall. Milledgeville was the capital of Georgia from 1807 to 1867 and is filled with grand old buildings befitting such an honor. This one isn’t one of them, but it is nice.

This is one of my favorite buildings in Milledgeville – the Old Baldwin County Courthouse, built in 1885.

I always get a kick out of fallout shelter signs. They are such a throwback to the ’50’s. You never see these things in California.

After photographing the Old Courthouse, I finally arrived at Memory Hill Cemetery. The first gravestone that caught my attention was this modern one in the shape of a fiddle – the grave of Randy D. Howard (1960-1999), “World Champion Fiddler”. Randy died after a bout with cancer.

Memory Hill Cemetery was originally designated as one of the four public squares of twenty acres each in the Milledgeville town plan of 1803. It later came to be known as Cemetery Square. Many people associated with Milledgeville and Georgia history, such as L.Q.C. Lamar, Congressman Carl Vinson, and Flannery O’Connor, as well as early Georgia governors, legislators, college presidents, slaves, and soldiers, are buried here. Unfortunately, I didn’t know that Flannery O’Connor was buried here during my trip, or I surely would have sought her grave out, being a huge fan of her work. Damn!!

I thought this grave with the lamb lying down (which kind of looks more like a camel lying down to me) was kind of creepy.

MARY LIZZIE
youngest daughter of
E. S. & J. S. Candler,
Born 25th July
1852
Died 28th January
1854
1 year 6 months
& 3 days.

This is one of the most interesting inscriptions I’ve run across in some time. I love it when they tell you how they died.

TO THE
memory of
JAMES D. ALLAMAN
who died on the 16th
July, AD 1845, from the
accidental discharge
of a cannon at the
funeral obsequies
of
GENL. JACKSON.
Honest, mirthful and beloved
he acquired the title of
CROCKETT
It lives with his
MEMORY.

This section of the cemetery contains the remains of the sadly forgotten patients of the nearby Georgia Lunatic Asylum (from 1842-1858). I stopped here for a minute and tried to imagine what sort of horrors a psych patient would have faced in the period of 1842-1858! After shuddering violently for a few seconds, I moved on…

This was an interesting gravestone as well:

IN MEMORY OF
PATRICK KANE.
He was an orderly, industrious and respected
citizen – a native of
IRELAND
Aged about 50 years at the time of his death and
shot down by a Federal Soldier on the 30th day of
Nov. 1864,
on the advance of Gen. Sherman’s Army on
MILLEDGEVILLE.

I loved this memorial fountain – there should be more of these in cemeteries, don’t you think?

In memory of my play-mate
HENRY O. KIDD
JULY 15, 1909
JOHN P. ATKINSON JR.

In the very back of the cemetery I found the slave burial area. Of course, even in death, the bodies of the slaves were segregated from non-slaves. I wandered about taking photographs of the poignant chains that serve as the only memorial to the men and women buried beneath them.

Since I didn’t know any better at the time, I neglected to visit the Devil’s Gate, or the grave of Flannery O’Connor at the Memory Hill Cemetery. Instead, I drove over to investigate the beautiful gothic Old State Capitol Building, built in 1807. The Old Capitol is considered the first example of Gothic architecture in a public building in the United States. It served as the seat of government for the State of Georgia from 1807 to 1868 and in its legislative chambers the Secession Convention was held in 1861. The beautiful gates at the north and south entrances to the square were constructed in the 1860’s, after the War Between the States, of bricks from the arsenal destroyed by Sherman’s soldiers. Three times the building was partially destroyed by fire. Since 1879, Georgia Military College has occupied the historic site. The building was renovated in 2000 and now houses a regional historical museum and the newly restored Legislative Chamber, where some of Georgia’s greatest debates took place, including the Secession Convention.

 

PART TWO: 
The Georgia Lunatic Asylum


For additional information see:
Memory Hill Cemetery

Anyone have any additional stories, tidbits or photos to add?
If so, by all means, write me!

Rose Hill Cemetery

Rose Hill Cemetery (Macon, Georgia)
xpatriot recommends this cemetery, which is allegedly one of the most beautiful in the world. Jenn agrees: “Rose Hill cemetery in Macon, Ga is quite beautiful, and the Jewish section is especially great if you are into tombstones that are distinctive. Also, that particular boneyard houses celebrity remains. I won’t ruin anything for you by explaining further.”

 

Ye Antientest Burial Ground

Ancientest Burial Ground (New London, Connecticut)
A Comtesse Travelogue!
A look at my trip to a wonderful old Connecticut cemetery full of splendid 18th century gravestone carvings.

Ye Towne’s Antientest Buriall Place

Between Hempstead and Huntington Streets
New London, ConnecticutIt’s hard to find any information on what is commonly known as the “Ancientest Cemetery” in New London, Connecticut, which is surprising to me since it is such a jewel of 17th and 18th century gravestone carving. It’s probably for the best, actually, since these stones are irreplaceable jewels that are best left undisturbed. (And in fact, sadly, some of them have been damaged already.) However, I can tell you a few things about this special little graveyard:
  • The cemetery is located between Hempstead and Huntington Streets in New London, CT.
  • The cemetery was set aside for burial in 1652 and was maintained until 1793.
  • Many of the country’s early settlers, several of whom played important roles in our country’s history, are buried here.
  • Also here are the oldest graves of black colonists.
  • Benedict Arnold is said to have stood at this high elevation during the Revolution in 1781 to watch his British troops conquer Fort Griswold in Groton across the river and then burn New London.

So, as you can see, it’s a pretty interesting little place to visit. Of course, I was really excited about seeing the wonderful gravestone carvings, especially the “death’s head” – otherwise known as “soul effigies”. And I was not disappointed with what I saw. Without
further ado, here’s a glimpse at a beautiful piece of Amerimemoria past.

Before I even entered the Burial Grounds, I noticed a beautiful olde house across the way that I just had to take a picture of. I
love the red and black paint. The Comtesse would be very much at home here, don’t you think?

I love the fact that they use the olde-fashioned spelling on the sign at the entrance to the cemetery. Things like this make the Comtesse smile…

In this shot, you can see why Benedict Arnold would have used this site as a vantage point, since the high ground provides an excellent view of the Thames River (yes, it’s really called the “Thames” – it is “New London” after all).

I thought the most photogenic section of the park was this lovely olde copper beech tree sheltering a crop of gravestones. It has a rather creepy effect, don’t you think?

Here’s the first of the many and varied soul effigies. This one totally cracks me up – it’s like the “Bug-Eyed Butterfly Vicar” or something. I know it’s hard to read the gravestones in the pictures, so I’ll try to decipher them for you as best I can:

In
Memory of
Capt. George Colfax
Who Departed
this Life march
28th 1766
the 38th year of
his Age

Here are a couple of views of the cemetery, showing the bridge across the Thames River in the background.

This is a rather elegant soul effigy. I think I will call it “Feathered
Piety”. This slightly damaged stone belonged to Mr. John Prentis:

In
Memory of
Mr. John Prentis
of New London
son of Mr. John Prentis Esqr.
and of Sarah Prentis deceased
who died Novr. 22nd A.D. 1780
in the 34th Year of his Age.
How lov’d
& vallued once avails him not,
To whom related or whom begot.
A heap of dust alone remains of thee,
It’s all thou art & all the proud shall be.

Another view of the olde buriall [sic] grounds.

Here’s a shot looking out from under a shade tree.

 

I think I will call this soul effigy The Disapproving Judge. I definitely wouldn’t want THIS guy on my tombstone! The unfortunate soul who gets cursed with this sourpuss for all eternity is, amazingly, a mere baby!

Here
lies Inter’d the
Body of James, the Son
of John & Lydia Procter,
Deceased Febuary the 3rd
1729. Aged 16 Months
Save
Fruitless Tears & Weep no more
This Child’s not lost but gone before
Death’s a Haven towards weh [sic]
all Winds drive
And where at last each Mortal must arrive…

The rest is unreadable, unfortunately. (Per Roots And Routes, this gravestone was carved by George Allen, Providence, Rhode Island.)

Here’s a simple pair of effigies, for a couple of brothers:

 In Memory of
James & Thomas
Sons of Mr. Kimball
& Lucretia Prince.

It looks like they died on September 24, 17-something, but I can’t read the inscription well enough to be exact.

This is another of the bug-eyed carvings (you can definitely tell
the stones that were carved by the same artists, can’t you?):

In
Memory of John W.
Gibbons son to Capt.
John Gibbons & Mrs.
Esther his wife who
died Feb. 26th A.D. 1786
aged 4 years & 3 months
My date on Earth
was very short
My voige of life soon o’er
Being clothed in robes which Jesus wrought
My soul shall rest secure.

(I’m trusting someone else with the transcription of the end of this one, since it’s not readable.)

This particular headstone is the first that shows definite signs
of vandalism in the diagonal scratch marks across the stone.
Oh, what I would do to the people who made those marks if I
could get ahold of them in The Castle DeSpair’s dungeon!!! In
any event, this is the first skull soul effigy that I stumbled
across here, and I was of course most delighted!

Here lyes the Body of
Mrs. LYDIA ADAMS, Wife to
the Rev. Mr. ELIPHALET
ADAMS, Who departed this
Life Sep. the 6th, A.D. 1749

Eliphalet Adams was pretty well-known preacher. Here’s what Answers.Com has to say about him:

The son of Dedham, MA’s, second minister, Eliphalet Adams graduated from Harvard College in 1694. He preached in various places for the next 15 years, until, in 1709, he was ordained a Congregational minister in New London, CT. That same year he married Lydia Pygan.  Adams was a popular preacher, and many of his sermons were published.

Most Famous Works:
* “A Sermon Preached on the Occasion of the Execution of Katherine Garret.…” (1738) Adams’s sermon uses the example of the execution of an Indian servant who murdered her illegitimate infant to warn his congregation to “take heed and beware of loose living.”

Here’s a nice break from the soul effigy imagery – a classic weeping willow and urn:

In memory of
PYGAN ADAMS ESQ.
who died July 1776,
Aged 64.
And of his three Sons
WILLIAM, who died at
St. Pierres Martinico,
April 4, 1778, Aged 33.
ALEXANDER PYGAN,
who was lost at sea, in
the year 1782, Aged 35.
And
THOMAS, who died in
the Island of St. Martins,
Sep. 8, 1815. Aged 55.

 

This particular soul effigy looks drunk, or high, or something! I
can’t read the inscription thanks to the tall grass in front of the gravestone, but this grave is for John, Son to Mr. Samuel
Latimer.

This is my favorite death head from this cemetery. I adore the little crossed bones above the head. Very nice touch, don’t you think? If you look closely, you can still see the lines that were scratched onto the stone by the carver so that the letters are lined up correctly. Very interesting.

Here Lyeth the Body of
Mrs. SARAH CHRISTOPHERS
Wife of CHRISTOPHER
CHRISTOPHERS ESQR.,
who Departed this Life
April the 18th 1745
In the 62nd Year of her Age.

I thought this one was particularly artistic. I do think that some of the inscription is missing, however… either that or this is the grave for a woman named Peter… which, well, I guess there could be stranger things in the world…

PETER CHRISTOPHERS
who departed this life
May 3rd 1791, in the
31st Year of her age
PETER CHRISTOPHERS
died Feb. 19, 1829 Aged 81

On the now apparently defunct Old Bones website, someone ventured the following guess as to the identity of the bones lying here:

“After doing a little research on this family, I would venture a guess that this was Peter Christophers first wife Abigail Miller,
daughter of Capt. John and Lucy (Starr) Miller. Abigail was
born 1760, mar. Peter Feb 9, 1777 in New London, CT, and died May 3, 1791, which matches her age and date of death. Peter married again, to Rebecca Saltonstall in 1792. (source: New London, CT Vital records, IGI and First Cong. Church records)”

Here’s a happy little death head who smiles over the bones of Elizabeth Christophers for all eternity.

Here Lyeth the Body 
of
Mrs. ELIZABETH CHRISTOPHERS
the wife of
CHRISTOPHER CHRISTOPHERS ESQR.
who Departed this Life
June ye 14th A.D. 1765
Aged 38 Years, 7 Months & 8 Days

(Per Roots And Routes, this gravestone carving is attributed to William Codner.)


The effigy on this carving kinda looks like she’s wearing those horn rimmed glasses that the women in The Far Side are always wearing. I think I’ll call her “Miriam”. Anyway, she stands solemn watch over the bones of Dr. Giles Goddard:

IN MEMORY
of
Doctr. Giles Goddard
who died January 31
1757 Aged 33 Years.

I found out through internet searches that poor Giles died of gout and that he was the postmaster of New London. Guess that whole “doctor” career didn’t work out so well for him, eh?

This effigy reminds me of a sun figure. Simple and elegant.

In Memory
of Capt.
Adam Shapley, of Fort
Trumbull who bravely
gave his Life for his
Country a fatal Wound
at Fort Griswold Sept. 6th
1781 caused his Death
Febr. 14 1782 Aged
43 years
Shapley, thy deed reverst
the Common doom
and made thy name
immortal in a tomb

I needed some help for the ending from CT Gravestones, who also add some other interesting historical tidbits, such as the fact that Capt. Shapley fell during the same battle against the British that Benedict Arnold watched from the cemetery, and that this gravestone “is one of special historic interest in Connecticut. It is carved on what we call Bolton Granite
which was quarried from the Bolton Notch Quarry that is just a
few miles east of where I live. It was made by a carver named
Jonathan Loomis from Coventry, CT.”


This carving really creeps me out – especially with the erosion of the faces. It makes the angels look quite ghostly.

Here lyes interred
the Body of Doctor
Guy Palmes, who
Departed this Life
on the 27th Day of
March, 1757 Aged
44 Years.

A good name is better
than precious Ointment.


Here’s another nice skull effigy – this one’s for Sarah Soley. Lucky Sarah!

Here lyes Buried the
Body of Mrs. SARAH SOLEY
Widow of Mr. MATHEW
SOLEY of Charlestown
Who Departed this
Sept. 26th A.D. 1744 Aged
93 Years & 4 Months

Wow!! 93 years old is ancient for those days. She must have had a fascinating life. If only her bones could tell me all about it…


This is another carving that cracks me up. What a dopey looking face! This guy was kinda the Picasso of grave carving – he had his own style. Roots and Routes tells me that the carver was Gershom Bartlett from Bolton, Connecticut. CT Gravestones provides the following biography of Gershom:

Gershom Bartlett (1723-1798)
Gershom Bartlett’s gravestone carvings are among the most bizarre of any produced during the eighteenth century. He was a native of Bolton, Connecticut, the son of Samuel and Sarah Bartlett who came from Northampton, Massachusetts. Gershom Barlett appears to be the first owner of the Bolton Notch Quarry where he sold too and worked with other carvers of the area such as the Bucklands and Loomis’s. To those of us who study these carvings, the Bolton schist/granite that came from that quarry is very much appreciated for it’s durability. During one period of his early carving career, he apparently lived in Windsor and possibly also in East Windsor. His stones are easily recognized by the bulbous noses, turned down mouths, row of vestigial teeth at the bottom of the face, raised eyebrows, usually a four-lobed crown, three curved wings of curls beside the face. The finials are most frequently pinwheels or four-leafed clovers and often a small heart can be found near the bottom of the legend. Bartlett was called the “hook-and-eyeman” until identified by Dr. Caulfield. His footstones are often easily recognized if displaying a pattern of three or four diamonds on them. Bartlett stones are found throughout eastern Connecticut but are most common west of Mansfield and become very scarce in the northeast and in coastal communities. They continue until 1772 when Bartlett moved to Pompanoosuc, Vermont, where he continued to carve (but on slate) until late in the eighteenth century.

In Memory
of Mrs. Lucretia
widow to Mr.
JOHN Procter
MA who died
Septr. 10th 1770
in the 64th Year
of her age


Another nice skull head – and you can see the lines for the lettering on this one as well.

Here lies the Body of
Mrs. ANNE DENISON
Daur. of Mr. DANTEL
& Mrs. RACHEL DENISON
died NOVr. 10th 1767
aged 24 Years 2 Mo & 11 Ds.


This is another well-done carving which begs the question – what the hell is a “consort” in 18th century terminology anyway??? (I believe it’s either a wife, or a “companion”…)

Here lies the Remains of
Mary, Consort of Thomas Dare
who in full hope of a glorious
Immortality put off this earthly
Tabernacle in her 25th year
A.D. 1775

In youthful Bloom Death came down
Here to await the trumpets sound
When God commands I will arise
To meet my Saviour in … “

Damn. I can’t read the end of the last sentence. What do you suppose it is? “To meet my Saviour in Paradise” maybe? Ah well…


This effigy looks like it’s got a fro goin’ on, don’t it? And the carving begs the question – what exactly is a “relict” in 18th century terminology, anyway??? (I believe it’s a widow…)

In Memory
of
Mrs. TEMPERANCE SHAW
Relict of 
NATH’L SHAW ESQR.
who died
June 27, 1796
Aged 87 Years


Here’s a Siamese Twin effigy. A kinda creepy looking Siamese Twin effigy, actually…

In Memory of Joseph
Harris Esqr. who died
April 21 1792 Aged
72 Years

The rest is sadly illegible. By the way, I wondered what the heck the “Esqr.” (Esquire) behind so many of the names means. Apparently, these guys were either officials of some sort or lawyers.


The lichen growing on this well-preserved gravestone gives it an eerie glowing quality.

Sacred to the Memory of
Mrs. Lucy Wolcott
the wife of 
Doctor Simon Wolcott
who departed this life
April 14th, 1791
in the 39th Year
of her Age


Okay, this carving is even stranger than Gershom’s! I think I’d have to call this one “Mr. Bill”!

Here lyeth
the body of Mr. 
Thomas Wolcott
who died March
the 10 1724…

(That’s a best guess, anyway… damned weeds! Roots and Routes identifies the carver as John Hartshome.)


Here’s another wonderful skull carving.

Here lyes the 
body of Mr.
John Coit
Aged ?? Years.


Here are a couple more skull effigy figures. The inscriptions say (left to right):

HERE LYETH INTERED
THE BODY OF 
WILLIAM COITE
AGED ABOUT 27
YEARS WHO
DEPARTED THIS
LIFE MAY 17th 
1703

HERE LIES THE 
BODY OF
MARTHA GREENE
DAU’r. OF Mr.
THOMAS & Mrs.
MARTHA GREENE
DIED AUG. 3rd, 1752


Another nice carving by the same skull artist as the previous stones.

ELIZABETH GARDINER
the Daughter of
Mr. DAVID & Mrs.
ELIZABETH GARDINER
Aged 2 Years &
10 months Died
Aug’st. the 6th 1746
& lies Buried Here


On this one you can see some of the crosshatch scratches which sadly mar many of the stones.

Here Lies the Body of
Mrs. HANNAH CHADWICK
the wife of
Mr. CHARLES CHADWICK
Died November the 7th
1765 (?) in the ?? Year
of her Age.


This effigy head looks in dire need of a long nap and a little love. Poor thing.

IN MEMORY
of Sarah the Wife of
Mr. David Allen
Daught’r of Mr. Nathan
& Temperance Shaw
who died Sept. 11
A.D. 1759 Aged 25
Years & 5 Months


This one is a bit different. It has a more human quality to it than most of the carvings, which befits the 2 year old in whose name it is dedicated.

James the son
of James &
Mary Culver
died May 30
1760 Aged 2
Years & 6 M.


Another nice skull (although sullied by a bird).

Here lyes Buried
the Body of Mr.
BENJAMIN SWEETLAND
Who Departed this Life
Febru. the 9 Anno Dom. 
1759 Aged 2 Years


In Memory of
Benjamin Starr
Esqr. who died
Aug. the 23 1753
in the 74th Year
of his Age


This one has my favorite of all gravestone sayings – the “prepare for death” one! Oh, why don’t they write them like this anymore? Incidentally, it looks like the carver forgot the last digit of the year on the stone.

In Memory of
Mr James Ryon Jun’r
who departed this
life Sept 22 AD 179
Aged 22 years

Consider friends as you pass by
As you are now So once was I
As I am now Soon you must be
Prepare for death & follow me


These are two of my favorites. They are quite elegant in that simple, unadorned, puritan way.

In Memory of
Capt BENJAMIN BILLINGS
who Departed this
Life Jan’ry 15th
A.D. 1780
in the 52nd year
of his Age

In Memory of Benja-
min & Sally Billings
Son & Daug’r of Capt
Benjamin & Mrs Le-
ment Billings Benjamin
Died July 22 1784
Aged 21 Years Sally
Died Nov’r 17th 1786
Aged 18 Years

(I can’t decipher the poem that appears at the bottom of the gravestone, but it has to do with “Jesus” and “flesh” and “iron”. Probably just boring Bible verse anyway…)


Nice shot from underneath the beech tree. These graves haven’t seen the sunlight for a VERY long time.


Here’s another elegant carving (by John Stevens, Jr. of Newport, RI per Roots & Routes).


And finally, here’s an interesting, very delicate carving in slight profile which shows the unfortunate scratch-marks of a pathetic vandal. The scariest thing for me is that all of these invaluable headstones are so desperately vulnerable. If ever a cemetery needed a security system to keep vandals away, it’s this one. I only hope that something can be done to save these gorgeous and historic stones before the next idiot strikes.

In Memory of Mr.
JOSEPH HURLBUT
who departed this Life
Nov. 4th A.D. 1773 in
the 30th Year of his
Age.

Addendum:

Cranky Yankee provides the following information:

This book will have the info you need to identify the carvers in this cemetery:

Colonial Burying Grounds of Eastern Connecticut and the Men Who Made Them
(Memoirs of the Connecticut Academy of Arts & Sciences, July 1987, Vol Xxi)
by James A. Slater
Hardcover: 326 pages
Publisher: Connecticut Academy of Arts (August 1, 1987)
Language: English
ISBN: 0208021604

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Further info on this burial ground can be found in the writings of the late Ernest Caulfield. These writings were owned by James Slater (who worked with Caulfield) and now is in the process of being organized for the CT Historical Society.

Another place to find Caulfield’s research is the AGS journal, Markers. The entire Vol. 8 of Markers was dedicated to Caulfield. That issue is out of print, but copies can be obtained from AGS (Association for Gravestone Studies).  The Slater book can be purchased here as well.

Anyone have any additional tidbits or photos to add?

If so, by all means, write me!

 

Key Underwood Coon Dog Cemetery

Key Underwood Coon Dog Cemetery (Tuscumbia, Alabama)
Okay, you know you’re in the scary part of the south when you find a Coon Dog Cemetery. And they don’t mean just the breed of dog known as a “coon dog” – they mean dogs that actually chase raccoons down so they can be hunted. Yes, it’s a very frightening world out there. I don’t know if I’d ever have the courage to venture into such a southern gothic realm as the Key Underwood Coon Dog Cemetery, but if you ever do – please tell me all about it!
Thanks to Libby for the suggestion.