Richland Cemetery
A little different kind of post this time, but still under the
"long, winding road" part of my blog's description.
I have always had an interest in cemeteries. I suppose it fits with my fascination with
history in general. The South has an abundance of very old rural cemeteries.
You may remember in an earlier post when I took a photo of an ancient headstone
located in a long-forgotten graveyard.
There was no engraved name or date, just the imprint of a hand pressed
into the stone. Was it the hand of the person who died or the hand of a person
who loved the one whose remains had long ago merged with the earth below?
I found this particular cemetery, with many more intriguing
stories like that, in the heart of Mississippi. I was driving between
bookstores, somewhere on a back road between Lemuria Bookstore in Jackson and
TurnRow Book Co. in Greenwood. What struck me first, after noting that the vast
majority of dates were from the mid 1800's, was that most markers weren't
engraved with just the name of the deceased and when they were born and died,
as is so common in today's world. Many of these headstones and markers, in fact
most, had messages written on them. Messages of love and loss, of sadness and
heartfelt grief, of acceptance of God's will to take a child, husband, wife,
sister or brother. But not to allow this person, whose life was sometimes
measured only in days or even hours, to be unmarked in the history of this
world.
Some of the carved stones were still quite readable, some I
had to decipher. All, though, were in various shades of dilapidation. I think
about how they were once brand new and people like us stood around a freshly
dug grave on a warm summer morning or a cold winter's afternoon and spoke kind
and loving words about the man, woman or child being lowered into the ground
where I now stood, on this particularly cold, rainy and gray day in March.
As well as I could make out, I have written what was chiseled
out of the stone, each one a poignant story unto itself.
CATHERINE E
Wife of
J.F. WILLIAMS
Died
Nov. 6. 1847
AGED
35 Yrs 7 Mos. 1 Day
Also her Son
CORNELIUS
Ages 1 Year 6 Mos.
Erected by a friend.
Thou art dead but not forgotten
|
Stella M. Doty 1874-1937 Her life was beauty, truth and love. |
born Feb. 5th 1891, died Oct. 26th 1891
Thou art gone little darling,
sweet child of our love,
from earths fair strand?,
to bright mansions above. |
CHILDREN of Dr. Jno. & E. A. TACKETT
MARY PLEASANT,
BORN Jan. 1, 1848
Died Oct. 7, 1848
GEORGE DULANY
BORN Mar. 17. 1850
DIED Sept. 17, 1851
INFANT
Son of J.P & S,
M.TACKETT
BORN & DIED Dec. 17, 1850
|
FATHER |
Dr. JOHN
TACKETT
BORN
Aug. 15, 1854
DIED
Nov. 14, 1903
He died as he lived
Trusting in God
|
GLADYS,
INFANT DAUGHTER OF
J. W. & M. I.
NABORS.
BORN JAN. 21 1901
DIES JAN. 24, 1901
|
HUGH GALLAGHER
BORN APRIL 29, 1857
DIED MAY 22, 1906
|
“ERECTED BY THE
WOODMEN OF THE WORLD
DUM TACET CLAMAT”
("though silent,
he speaks")
|
JOSEPH T. JOHNSON
BORN FEB. 22, 1843
And fell in battle
at Atlanta, Ga.
July 19, 1864.
JOHN S. MORROW
BORN FEB. 1. 1846
And fell in battle
at Jonesboro Ga.
July 29. 1864.
|
JOHN WILL
Son of
W.E. &
M. H.
MORROW
BORN MAR. 2,
1897
DIED SEPT.
11 1901
Ere sin
could blight a
sorrow fade,
Death came
with kindly
care:
The open bud
to heaven
conveyed.
And bade it
blossom there.
|
SON OF W.E. AND M.D. MORROW
BORN JULY 25 1903
DIED MAY 22, 1905
A SUNBEAM FROM _______?
HOME HAS VANISHED
|
SARAH
WIFE OF
JOSEPH GOWSERT
BORN
Mar. 21, 1798
DIED
Aug. 3, 1852
AGED
54 Yrs, 4Ms, 12Ds.
|
W. T.
&
SISTER
|
TO THE MEMORY OF
MINERVA DOTY,
CONSORT OF
HON-BLE JACOB J. DOTY
BORN 12, AUGUST 1812
DIED 25, NOVEMBER 1851
ALSO
HER INFANT DAUGHTER
KATE.
?esignation and Love
?red Her last word
?APPY”
|
Here they all lay, Stella, Kate, Sarah, John Will, Gladys, Little Wardie and the rest, away from all of life's troubles and joys. I wish them well.
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