Indiana


I know things have been as dead around here as the people whose graves we take pictures of, and I really am sorry. Graduate school is intense! (Not too intense for you to update your new blog, The Star Wars Librarian, now on WordPress . . .) (Shut up.) But I do have a cemetery for you, the last Indiana one we visited before gas prices shot up and before we got afraid to leave the apartment (oh, yeah, it’s been drama over here. Lots of drama). So let’s get started on this one, because it’s actually very interesting and has a lot of history.

Allen's Creek Sign

Allen's Creek: 8 Cemeteries in One

The Eight Cemeteries

Allen’s Creek Cemetery (Monroe County, Indiana) is a really neat little place. Actually, it is made up of eight cemeteries that were relocated from the 10,750 acres that Lake Monroe now occupies. According to a sign located in the cemetery itself, when construction on Lake Monroe began 1962, “all houses, barns, fence lines, power lines, trees and eight cemeteries were cleared or moved.” Sexton Wilbert of Bloomington saw to this relocation, which was completed in 1965. These eight cemeteries were Blackwell Cemetery, Cutright Cemetery, Daniel Fox Cemetery, Goodman Cemetery, Hughes Cemetery, Mary W. Malott Cemetery, Mitchell Cemetery, and Shields Cemetery.

We visited in November of 2010 on a very warm and sunny day. This was about two months before everything in the world fell apart and we still thought it was safe to drive aimlessly around the way we do in Ohio looking for boneyards.

Allen's Creek

View from the front

Some work had recently been done, we could see as soon as we drove up. The stairs and walkways were pretty recently poured and kind of stuck out oddly against the otherwise highly natural and haphazard arrangement of the place. The two cement blocks have the plaques on them that I quoted earlier–on the left, the 23 Psalm, and on the right, the list of cemeteries and story about how they got here.

Stones in Allen's Creek

Stones on the Hill

The cemeteries were unidentified but kept separate, with pretty clear wide aisles between each cluster. The eight individual cemeteries mainly seemed to be small family clusters; this picture shows one of them as well as the surrounding woods.

Unique Headstone

The Unusual Headstone of Lonzo Eads

And naturally in any case where you have more than one cemetery occupying a single area, there is bound to be more than the usual individuality displayed. This stone for Lonzo Eads is a somewhat creepy specimen if you ask me–homemade-type grave stones are always a little peculiarly creepy in their own unique way.

Unknown Burial

There were lots of these

Frankly, I just like this picture! This was a really brilliant idea. Of course when they dug up the cemeteries and relocated them, they discovered lots of graves that had been hitherto unmarked. Unable to identify whose remains they were but desiring to mark them anyway, they got these generic-type stones that say simply “UNKNOWN” with numbers. These were pretty much everywhere.

Butcher Infant

Sometimes headstones are inadvertantly funny

I just threw this one in because . . . well, come on! How did no one see this at the time?

A tree behind a tree

When I first came up to this one, I thought that it was an actual tree stump hiding behind a tree. Then I approached and realized it was a tombstone. A tombstone with a giant spider on it, actually.

Some stones in the ground

When stones can’t be repaired, it’s common to embed them like flat markers. The chief downside is they erode even quicker and get overgrown rapidly, but it does tend to preserve the stone if it’s otherwise cared for. This is a particularly legible example.

Another interesting one

This is just another one with some personality. Sarrah here was the wife of George Pate, a Civil War vet; they had married on May 5, 1856, in Bloomington, IN. He died nine months before she did, and I don’t remember seeing his grave there, but interestingly she received his pension of $8 each month there until her death.

Faded Stone

A faded one on the hillside

Like I said, a lot of variety and history in a cemetery like this, where old and new mingle. Very new-fashioned stones were situated a few feet from very old ones like this, where most of the inscription has been eroded away by the harsh Indiana weather. I think the cemetery caretakers do a really good job of keeping the place neat, tidy, and in as good a shape as possible, and given that this is the kind of project nobody wants to embark on, the relocation of these cemeteries was handled pretty well.

As usual, see the rest of the pictures (here)!

No one can say life isn’t interesting. Good or bad interesting, that’s a totally different story, but interesting nonetheless. The same can be said about the cemetery featured in today’s post: Little Mount.

Little Mount Cemetery

This is a tale that began over a month ago when we purchased a book about southern Indiana hauntings from our local Barnes & Noble because it actually included things in our new home area. Having noticed a serious lack of information about cemeteries/hauntings in this state (oh, Ohio, we love you now) and especially this area, we eagerly snapped it up. If it weren’t in the car or we had better memories, I could even tell you the name! Either way, reading through it over the course of the next couple weeks we finally came to a story about “Cemetery X” and a supposedly haunted gravestone of a Civil War soldier. The author listed several other things that she and her group believed they experienced, and after reading we were more than a little curious. Searches for “Cemetery X” quickly revealed that we were in fact correct in assuming that was a fake name. With a little, very non-descrip information, we spent over an hour searching before correctly guessing the name on a blurry photo of a gravestone in the book.

James R. Mannan

Even once we had that, it was still more searching to actually find the soldier since his name is not in the findagrave.com listings. But never fail, you’re future librarians prevailed and we stumbled upon information about James R. Mannan (whose last name, I would note, was misspelled in the only caption offering specific information). It turns out he was a private who died while at Camp Hughes, a Civil War training camp near Gosport, Indiana.  He entered the service Oct. 8, 1861, and died Feb. 10, 1862, of Pneumonia, just days before the company shipped out.

But this isn’t even where the story ends! Nope. After our triumphant hour of research at 1 a.m., we were really excited to go but had class and then I was heading home to Ohio for my birthday. When I got back, we had more projects due so we finally decided to go Oct. 14. Well, something didn’t want us going because I had the most random run in with a jar of salsa at our local WalMart and cut my foot, so it pretty instantly killed any plans for the next two weeks. Finally last Thursday I was up and able enough for us to hit up this spot on our way to Indianapolis to take in the awesomeness that was RiffTrax Live: House on Haunted Hill.

It was well worth the wait too! While nothing paranormal took place (not that we were expecting anything…), it was pretty cool and out of the way. Some stones were in remarkable condition, but others were broken in half or knocked over. There was a lot of plant growth, and I can only imagine what it would look like in the summer when everything is full. Many stones had vines on them, which looked beautiful, but were a sad reminder of how little care the grounds receive.

If you’re ever in the Owen County area, I would encourage you to check it out. If you take 475 N/E out of Gosport, you’ll encounter the cemetery about two months north of the town on the west side of the road. The roads back there can be tricky to navigate, but the cemetery is obvious. There is another burial ground in the area (it seems to share a name), but the larger of the two is the one we visited. Also make sure to check out our photo page for all the photos from our trip!

Welcome back, Headstoners! It has been a very busy month, so I’m sure you’ll forgive us for not updating through August. Anyway, what I have to share today is quite special, as it is our first in-state Indiana cemetery. Yes, that’s right, the Headstoners have made the move, and we now are residing in beautiful Bloomington, Indiana, and attending the graduate school of Library and Information Science at IU. Naturally, your Headstoners have wasted no time, and we have already identified four cemeteries apart from Rose Hill, which I shared with you already, including one on campus, and I can assure you that exploration will ensue and our updates will resume their normal pace now that unpacking and school business is complete. Allow me to share with you today Mt. Gilead Cemetery, of Monroe County. (It turns out there is another Mt. Gilead outside Martinsville in nearby Morgan County, but this is not that cemetery.) Founded in 1845, the cemetery gives off a primary impression of being very clean. Perhaps this is a result of Landrum and Sons industrious work: a sign by the front gate of the cemetery boldly proclaims, “WE CLEAN GRAVESTONES!”  It promises reasonable rates and includes an address and phone number. So maybe people are taking advantage of that service, because the cemetery is nearly immaculate.

Mt. Gilead Cemetery

I would say all of these stones are in great condition, and there are some older ones well worth the viewing.

Nineteenth Century Stone

Father & Mother

For example, there’s this incredibly unique castle-shaped one. When we first saw it from the back, we thought it was probably a child’s grave (a la Concord Cem. in Columbus–um, I’ll post that one soon! Promise!) . . . but we were wrong. I personally don’t consider it pretty but it is fascinating in its own way.

Another interesting thing about this cemetery–which is adjacent to a church–is that they are providing headstones for unmarked plots rather in the way our Headstoners for Headstones project would like to. However, they appear not to have any records concerning these plots because all the new headstones are the same:

Unknown?

There are at least a dozen of these and possibly more spread around the cemetery, but the largest block are closest to the church itself.

One of my favorite parts of unwitting cemetery humor is coming across “celebrities by mistake” headstones (like this time I found a Harrison Ford stone at Green Lawn. Maybe I’ll share that one eventually too!) . . . Mt. Gilead produced this particular humor gem:

Really?!

Well, unlike some of your favorite musical groups and artists, when the Headstoners take a hiatus, we come back from said hiatus. And now we’re back. I apologize, as per usual, for the delay, but bring to you not one, not two, but three out of state cemeteries! Now, our conception was as an Ohio cemetery exploration blog, and we consider ourselves Ohio-based, but in the last few months, some things have happened to your Headstoners. It’s called the “grad school bug,” and once bitten by this bug, one must inevitably go out of state, where the promise of “the rest of your life!” is lurking behind an alien school. And I don’t mean, like a school of aliens, but an unfamiliar and strange school that you did not get your undergraduate degree from. So . . . my point behind all this? Kristine and I are going to grad school. Yeah.

As we all know, or should know, choosing a grad school is a time-consuming process that involves many factors, which is why we have spent the last four months investigating a variety of schools; now that we have come to our conclusion, there is again time for headstoning! (Yay!) And I promise we won’t let the site slide anymore :( Pinky promise.

The first graduate school we looked at was the distinguished Dominican University of River Forest, Illinois, famed home of MST3k/Rifftrax funnyman Kevin Murphy. While a nice school, it proved unacceptable on a variety of levels, beginning with . . .

Queen of Heaven Mausoleum

The creepy disturbing terror that is this place

This is the mausoleum of the Queen of Heaven Catholic Cemetery located in Chicago, Illinois. This entire cemetery was unpleasant by Headstoner standards: disburbing iconography, flat tombstones, swaths of open space. And of course, this monstrosity of a mausoleum. Allow me to give you this satellite photo for reference. We drove past this structure for many severals of blocks. It is the size of a small planet. And as you should probably know about your Headstoners by now, we don’t like giant mausoleums on account of all the creepy vibes they emit. This place, serious creepy vibes. (Oh, and if you’re Catholic, from Illinois, or are buried here or know someone who is, I don’t mean to offend you; this is just not how the Headstoners roll.)

Anyway, it was quickly evident that River Forest was not the place for us. And so we moved on, seeking out a graduate school that would meet our rigorous qualifications. The next place we chose to visit personally was the University of Kentucky, located in stately, historic Lexington, which is, first of all, a very obviously warmer climate. (more…)

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