Okay, right after swearing we weren’t going to let the site slide, another month goes by sans posts. I’ll remedy that. Seriously. Going to grad school is hard! You can appreciate that, right? But let’s find something to post on, just to fill the time.

My Headstoning actually started quite early. My dad, an avid birdwatcher, had us down to Green Lawn Cemetery on a regular basis, and I always enjoyed that. Another fun thing was visiting various famous interments on family trips. In 1991, we took a couple of trips to the East Coast, including this one to Old Graveyard in Carlisle, Cumberland County, Pennsylvania–the gravesite of legendary Molly Pitcher.

Mom, Sister, Me

Checking out Molly Pitcher

Running through Headstones

That is one of my favorite pictures because it just sums things up so well. There I am, wandering around through a maze of toppled, crowded headstones. I’m not looking for anything, I’m just hanging out, exploring, seeing what I see. Really that’s the reason to get into cemeteries in the first place, isn’t it? Anyway, moving onwardly!

Arguably one of the most important burial sites (or sights?) to see, for an American, is the tomb of George Washington located at Mount Vernon. We visited there while on our D.C. trip in 1991. To make things easier for you, I’m the white glowy thing directly in front of the flag on the left. My sister is in blue standing next to me. Admittedly, I am way more enthralled by the fencing than in the tomb itself, but give me a break! I’m six! Actually, I am probably not six yet. In any event, you’ve got to admit that the seeds are there, definitely there.

Father of the Country!

The same year–and possibly even earlier in the year because I look ridiculously young in this picture as opposed to the others–we went to Boston, Massachusetts (not Austen). Boston and Philadelphia always stick out when I remember the places I’ve been, probably because we (1) did a lot of walking both places (2) stayed there for awhile. This is a picture of me at the grave of John Winthrop–either the Massachusetts  Bay Colony Governor or the Colonial Royal Governor, I’m not sure which one. But this is at Kings Chapel Burial Ground in Boston, MA.

Young Headstoner in Pink

And pretty much that’s all there is to say about early headstoning. As you can no doubt see, my love of cemeteries started early–I love to point to the picture of me hugging a tombstone in the earlier post (see The Littlest Headstoner of Them All)–although my interest in history and genealogy didn’t come on board until much later.

The titular view on a stunning autumn day.

The titular view on a stunning autumn day.

I’m actually surprised to realize that I’ve never posted about the Piatts before, apart from the one where I combined it with a quick visit to Mt. Tabor. Mostly I’m surprised because I am a bit of an afficianado of all things Piatt. Why? Because I work there. At the Piatt Castles, that is. www.piattcastles.org. Come on by sometime ;)

Like most people, I feel a certain affinity for Donn Piatt. I don’t know why most people do and I cringe to be a cliché, but, well, I like him. One of my favorite locations is up on top of his crypt. There’s a great view of the valley, and it’s very quiet and peaceful. As far as climbing up on a mausoleum is concerned, well, as I told my (non-headstoner) friend the first time I did it, “If he didn’t want people climbing up here, he shouldn’t have put a poem up there.” (It’s illegible. But I’ll get to that.)

The Piatt family are, at present, chiefly of note because of the two houses, the eponymous Piatt Castles, Mac-A-Cheek and Mac-O-Chee, which are about a mile and a half apart outside of scenic West Liberty, Ohio. A lot of the houses in this area, at one time or another, were owned by a Piatt at some point. Abram Piatt had a number of kids, and it is his descendants now who own the Castles and maintain them.

Of course the business that concerns me today is the cemetery, which is a favorite of mine judging by frequency of visit alone. Working in the house that someone lived in while they were alive definitely makes one feel a lot closer to the person or persons interred; I’ve stood in either house and tried to imagine knowing the people who lived there, I’ve stood at the tomb and tried to imagine Donn and Abram as boys playing in the valley, as men coming up to the cemetery to bury their loved ones, and the funeral procession bringing them to their final resting place.

Colonel Donn Piatt's Tomb

Colonel Donn Piatt's Tomb

Donn Piatt’s tomb, like his house, is the more ornate and noticable of the two. It was constructed first, and is the final resting place not only of Donn, but of his and Abram’s parents, Benjamin and Elizabeth, of his son Charles, and of his two wives, Louisa and Ella. Donn’s life was filled with a lot of tragedy: he and Louisa were totally in love with each other; they were both writers and they traveled a great deal. Unfortunately, she was diagnosed with “consumption” (not necessarily tuberculoses), and all through the Civil War struggled with bad health. Mac-O-Chee castle was originally a cottage he built for her so she could come out to the country where rest and fresh air might heal her; but she died two weeks after the cottage was finished. They’d had two children, the son Charles, who died at age 2 from cholera, and a stillborn daughter. The medallion atop the tomb features Louisa’s profile; on the verso is a grieving poem Donn wrote for her. (more…)

View from the top of Amanda Twp. Cemetery

View from the top of Amanda Twp. Cemetery

Okay, so I didn’t quite make it back in to finish my family history within a week, but it’s kind of close! Is having to cover school board meetings a legitimate excuse? Didn’t think so. Darn. But, never fear, I am back now to finish this (despite more school board meetings even).

Amanda, Fairfield, Ohio:

The majority of my relatives who are not buried in Green Lawn are out in the little town of Amanda (not Bethlehem). Honestly, Amanda’s a creepy little town (sorry to the people from there I’ve just offended). The first time Megan and I ventured there, I didn’t have good enough directions, so we drove north for a while and I figured we were way out of the way, so we drove back south and actually went through the town. We only saw a couple people the entire time we drove through and everything was just rundown but too put in place, if that makes sense. It was kind of a perfect, rundown town – to use an oxymoron. As it turned out, like usual, if we had just got about a quarter of a mile further north we would have found the cemetery.

Like I said in the last post, I was never fully aware that so many generations of my family were from Ohio. Since I grew up in a military family, we lived all around the country and only a handful of the closer relatives were from Ohio in my mind. Now I’ve realized that while I have yet to find any of my forbearers were officially founders of anywhere, they were pretty much some of the first people in Ohio. (look up those dates)

That being said, I have at least four generations of grandparents buried in the Amanda Township Cemetery.

The most recent is Paul Daniel Cook, my great-grandfather. 

Paul Daniel Cook (Jan. 14, 1915-Dec. 22, 1995)

Paul Daniel Cook (Jan. 14, 1915-Dec. 22, 1995)

As you can see from his stone, he served in World War II, which is something I was unaware of until I found it, despite the fact that I actually knew this relative. The few times we visited Ohio when I was a child, I loved going to their house (my great-grandmother Myrtle is still alive and turns 94 next week). They loved gardening, so we always had a lot of good food when we visited, plus they had a piano and that cool Noah’s ark toy. I’d bang on the piano until they were annoyed and then move on to the toy. It was fun, good times. I remember just as clearly the phone call on Dec. 22, 1995, telling us that he had passed away. Thankfully we had just visited Ohio that summer, so we got to see him before he died.

Myrtle (Reed)(Jul. 14, 1892-Feb. 24, 1953) & Ray Milton Cook (Oct. 17, 1887-Sep. 22, 1966)

Myrtle (Reed)(Jul. 14, 1892-Feb. 24, 1953) & Ray Milton Cook (Oct. 17, 1887-Sep. 22, 1966)

Also there are his parents, Ray Milton and Myrtle Cook. Though he died long before I was born, he’s one of the relatives on my tree that stands out the most. Possibly because my favorite poet ever is John Milton, possibly because he is in the line of actual Cooks, possibly just because my grandfather has actually told stories about him.

Ray’s parents are also buried in the cemetery, as well as a brother and sister of his. Daniel and Eliza (Clark) Cook have one of the larger stones I’ve seen in my family. Footstones next to this grave indicate that Walter and Lucy (two of their other children) are also buried here.

Eliza (Jul. 16, 1860-May 5, 1924) and Daniel (Mar. 1856-Oct. 23, 1901) Cook

Eliza (Jul. 16, 1860-May 5, 1924) and Daniel (Mar. 1856-Oct. 23, 1901) Cook

 

The highest tier of relatives I know about in Amanda are the Clarks (Eliza’s parents). Lewis and Diana (Crosley) Clark had nothing to do with the famous Lewis and Clark, but are still pretty cool. Once I traced my line there, it kind of took off. Several Clarks before Eliza were quite a big deal, namely in the sailing industry.

Lewis (May 14, 1829-May 30, 1908 ) and Diana (June 10, 1842-Nov. 16, 1907) Clark

Lewis (May 14, 1829-May 30, 1908 ) and Diana (June 10, 1842-Nov. 16, 1907) Clark

Other Ohio burials:

Glen Layton was my great-grandfather, another relative who died long before I was born. However, his wife, known in the family as Nan, is still alive and kicking and will turn 93 this year. She was probably my closest relative, since she moved in with my family in 1988 when I was 3 and we lived in Colorado. She moved with us to Georgia and finally on to California before finally moving back to Ohio in 1994 to live on her own. Despite the fact that she was also very alert and healthy for her age, in the last couple of years she has succumb to her age and for practical purposes no longer knows who I am. Still, the point being her husband, even though I didn’t ever meet him, I’ve heard tons of stories about “Caps” (what my Dad and his brothers call him). He was pretty strict but not a bad guy. He died Dec. 4, 1974, of a brain aneurysm in a Bob Evans (I don’t ask about the facts I know, okay?). Sadly I don’t have a picture of his headstone because I haven’t made it out to Forest Lawn Memorial Garden in Columbus yet. When I do (which I’m planning to as soon as weather allows) I’ll be sure to post!

Other relatives I know are in Ohio but I’ve never visited are up in Chili in Coshocton County. I don’t really remember who they are, but someday I’ll plan a visit and post about them! Well, I hope you enjoyed this somewhat random trip down some of my family’s tombstones. Hopefully maybe it will inspire you to find some of your own or think a little more about the stories behind the people remembered in cemeteries.

A lot of intelligent people, when they got off of work and it’s 20 degrees out, they would just go home, get off their feet, out of those shoes that make the whole side of their foot burn with an ungodly pain, but . . . I’m not those people.
So instead, you’ve got this post. What did I do after I got off of work today, for which I am still paying? I went to two cemeteries! My mother would not approve of it, ’cause I was out there without a coat on, and it was very cold! However, I didn’t want to miss the perfect afternoon light. So here’s the day’s take.

Last Day of DecemberCemetery 1: Piatt Family Graveyard, West Liberty, Ohio.

Well, as it will probably become apparent to some people, I work at the Piatt Castles [1] [2]. We’re open for the holiday season up until the fourth. So today as I was driving home, I noticed that the afternoon light was particularly alluring, and as I have to drive past the cemetery, anyway, I might as well stop in for a few shots.

My first visit to the private graveyard was in August. As is suggested by “private,” this is a plot for members of the Piatt family, and it is located on what used to be part of their farm. Before I went up the first time, I thought that the two main crypts, one for Abram Sanders Piatt and the other for Donn Piatt; this one also is the resting place of their parents, Benjamin and Elizabeth, as well as his wives Ella and Louise.

However, when I first went back, I was surprised by there being so many graves. In actually, there are more than 20 burials there. And today, without the foliage bordering it, I realized that there are even more buried back in the trees and bushes. I learned a couple of things doing that. First of all, my work clothes are not appropriate for getting through briars. Actually, that was basically what I learned. But I got some fantastic shots. (See the bottom of the post for more.) 

Mt. Tabor in Winter

Cemetery 2: Mt. Tabor Methodist Cemetery.

The light was really too much to pass up, so, even though I was frozen stiff, I nipped in for a few shots off before I completely dissolved in the face of the wind and ran off home.

Mt. Tabor is a country cemetery situated not far from Ohio Caverns. The last time I went was four years ago, though not much has changed since then. It’s a rather extensive cemetery, considering, and has a wonderful view of surrounding farmland. One of its more interesting and unique features, apart from the largely-deserted church that I have only ever seen in use once in eleven years, is the presence of steel tombstones. Over the last decade of driving back and forth by this cemetery, I have witnessed the struggles the caretakers have had with a particular iron obelisk, which cannot stand upright and is currently held steady by a series of wires and winches. 

I really have nothing else to say about Mt. Tabor . . . oh, one more incredible feature I have not seen elsewhere is a sort of grave covering, also made out of iron, which has a sort of “lid” which can be removed, presumably to plant flowers. “Oh, gross” was the reaction I had on our first visit. I still think it’s creepy.

That’s it for the commentary. Click for photos.  (more…)

There are plenty of topics I could cover, but since I feel like this blog is turning into a Green Lawn fest, I’ll save Chapel Stories for another day. (Incidentally, Green Lawn is our official unofficial alma mater, so it is appropriate for us to discuss it a lot, but I’ll give it a break for once. I will touch on it just a teensy bit, though.)

First of all–and I’ll keep my Green Lawn reference brief–today would have been my great-grandfather’s 121st birthday, and somehow that just boggles my mind. There is a precident for people who have lived to be even 122. To think that I might easily have been able to of met my great-grandfather in my life just kind of amazes me–particularly since I’m one of those people who has only one grandparent alive today–most of them, along with my great-grandparents, went decades before I was born.

Anyway, he’s on my list of favorite dead relatives, very high on that list, and definitely the one I’m the most obsessed with. His parents came over from Germany, he spelled his name in an unusual way, and within five years of his wife running off with the electrician, he and his brother died together in a gasoline fire. So here’s to my Grandpa Mathew, who died a little too early for me to meet him, but still deserves notice on his birthday.

Mathew Miller

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In otherwise-ness, I’ve forgotten my topic. Oh, there it is. Yes, I would like to just have quick little outburst about something cemetery-related but not exactly. It’s about post-mortem photography. That’s right, folks, I took it there. (more…)

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