Christmassy George

Today’s post is about one of the most popular monuments in the Green Lawn Cemetery of Columbus, Ohio. It’s not one of my favorites, but it’s been coming up an awful lot for the last couple weeks, so I thought I’d post about him. Let me open ‘er out by quoting an AP article featured in the Columbus Dispatch in December. (Original/complete article can be seen here: http://www.dispatch.com/live/content/local_news/stories/2009/12/23/george.ART_ART_12-23-09_B1_UDG3A4V.html?sid=101)

As a light snow fell yesterday at Green Lawn Cemetery, someone made sure 5-year-old George Blount was dressed warmly. George, who was decked out in a Santa hat and plaid scarf, has been a fixture at Green Lawn since 1873. For years, visitors have decorated his grave site, which is marked by a life-size stone statue of a young boy. No one who works at Green Lawn knows who decorates the grave. Sandi Latimer, volunteer coordinator at the cemetery, said George’s grave is near the back, making it easy for decorators to slip in unnoticed. . . . Latimer affectionately refers to him as “Georgie” and says his grave is a frequently requested stop when she conducts tours of the cemetery. . . . Linda Burkey, the cemetery’s general manager for 13 years, said that as long as she has been there, George’s grave has been decorated. “Out of all the other graves, his is the most decorated,” Latimer said as she removed the hat and scarf. She said she has to remove the items because they can hold in moisture and harm the statue. Yesterday, stuffed animals lined the base of the marker. Water guns, action figures and Hot Wheels cars were scattered around, as well. A fresh candy cane rested in his lap. “I’ve found all kinds of things: Mardi Gras beads, baseball caps — even sunglasses on him in the summertime,” Latimer said. Gary Best, a German Village resident, was there yesterday, walking his dogs, Gabriel and Wheezer. “I think it’s interesting that, after all these years, people still put stuff out there,” he said. “It’s a sad story, and I guess people are just fascinated with that.” Latimer added: “Almost every cemetery has something that plays on the heartstrings of the public. And here, it’s little Georgie.”

 Now, “Georgie” hasn’t been of a lot of interest to your local Headstoners here, for whatever reason. He is buried in a part of Green Lawn we don’t traverse much. The first time we came across him, we didn’t know there was any kind of a story about him. I just remember exclaiming because the statue held an A&W root beer can. The picture on the right here of George with the flowers is one of my favorites, though. This I find tasteful and even pleasant. (I have a long rant at the bottom about people leaving junky stuff on this grave; if you’re likely to be offended by that, please skip over that part and have a great day!) As just a quick side note, I would point out that the Headstoners are not aware of any ghost stories or hauntings in association with this grave stone.

George in the Springtime

 Now, the story of George goes back 137 years–as of this Sunday, actually.

“Little Georgie,” as some refer to him, was the only child of Eli and Sarah Blount. Eli was the owner and proprietor of the American Hotel in downtown Columbus. On 7 February 1873, the family was getting ready to go out and little George, only 5 years old, decided that the fastest way to get downstairs was to slide down the bannister. Sadly, the railing broke and George fell; he died eight days later,

 writes Amy Crow of Amy’s Genealogy, etc., blog. She adds, in a nice touch, I think,  ”People regularly leave toys at his grave. . . . It’s almost as if he’s been adopted by countless people in central Ohio.”

"Our Georgie"

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You see how upsetting Broderick Cemetery was? So upsetting I couldn’t even bring myself to post about it! Eh, I’ll get to it one day, but it just was not worth going on about. But I have a delightful little gem I’d like to share with you, so here goes.

Saturday was the day after Christmas which means Half Price Books 20% off sale. While we were there, it was a good time to play with the new GPS in Kristine’s car, which displays cemeteries in blue. So we discovered Walnut Grove Cemetery, which actually has an enormous entrance right on High Street that we have missed a billion times. The only entrance we found that wasn’t gated off, though, was on the corner of Milton and Lincoln in a little residential nook. This cemetery is delightful, and actually huge; it contains a complete second section over a footbridge that goes right up to the backyards of the neighborhood. The rest of it sprawls over a wide area neatly marked off by little streets with names like Buckeye, Beech, Maple, and Cemetery. There is a full-size mausoleum as well as a cemetery office.

Part of the cemtery

A view of part

Footbridge going to the other section

The footbridge

Eclectic if nothing else, Walnut Grove offers some great headstones for any enthusiast. I regret to report that because of freezing temperatures, we did very, very little with it, but here are some of our favorite highlights of the visit. At least it was sunny, so great pictures!

The Cheeseman!

 

I wonder if he's related?

 

That's ... just weird

 

What does that even mean?

 

He always had to get the last word.

Spend more than five minutes (okay, maybe 10) talking about cemeteries with us and we’re bound to bring up The TICO Incident. One of the more formative experiences in our exploration history, it just serves as one more reminder, for me at least, that my mom is always right.

TICO from the air

TICO from the air

TICO actually stood for the Training Institute of Central Ohio, which used to be a juvenile detention center a stone’s throw away from the old asylum on the Hilltop in Columbus. It was built in the late 1950s, and if I remember correctly went through a lot of changes before becoming more of a facility for less serious offenders. I really cannot find the resources we used to use to look this stuff up, but it’s something like that.

The entrance to the building which used to stand next to the cemetery

The entrance to the building which used to stand next to the cemetery

Anyway, this building was located just to the right of the cemetery shown above. At least when we went on Jan. 3, 2004. It was a very cool old building, and while I would love to be one of those people with enough courage to do exploration, I’m just not — and with fairly good reason, considering the remainder of this story. There was a huge yard surrounding it, and it actually looked to be in pretty good shape. From what I’ve found online, it seems it went through some rennovations in 1994. I guess the Ohio Department of Transportation that now stands where the asylum used to be didn’t think it was so nice.

But anyway, yes, the first day we visited TICO was Jan. 3, 2004, as I have already said. It was really warm and raining like crazy. Being a chicken, I heeded the “No unauthorized vehicles” sign and stayed behind, sending Megan out with a video camera and a coat. We were really there to find the “specimen” stones that the cemetery is so known for.

The old entrance to the road that went down by the main doors

The old entrance to the road that went down by the main doors

It was rainy and squishy and she encountered an abandoned car (“abandoned cars are dangerous”) and all we managed to do from that trip was visit the first cemetery we weren’t supposed to be in and discover that in addition to the large, traditional rectangular stones (that are easily visible at the bottom of that picture) there are about twice as many brick-sized stones with only a number and “M” or “F” for the gender.  I apologize for the lousy picture below, but like I said, we only had the video camera!

One of the other kinds of "stones" at TICO

One of the other kinds of "stones" at TICO

We then visited again on Feb. 8, since our mission had been unsucessful the first time. Details of this are sketchy, but it must have been rather spontaneous because we didn’t have a camera at all this time. Unlike the warmth of before, there was snow covering everything so we really had to search for the stones. after wiping almost virtually every one off, we finally located one of the specimen graves we were seeking.
The "Specimen" Stone

The "Specimen" Stone

While you can’t really read Specimen on there, it really is what it says. However, that picture was from our next visit. Despite our best efforts, we couldn’t locate the other one and started wondering if it had been stolen since there was an empty slab above this stone.
On our third trip Feb. 20, we finally went equipped with a video camera, a digital camera, and both of us on foot when there was no snow on the ground. We once again located this same specimen stone, but couldn’t locate the other one, thus cementing in our minds that it is no longer there and hasn’t been since very, very early 2004 at least.
It would also explain why no one else online seems to have met our fate and why security was back there checking to begin with.  He wasn’t too happy to discover us back there poking around, and pretty promptly asked us if we had permission and when we said no (we don’t lie well and were flustered?) he told us we had to go and followed us back out to Broad Street to make certain we weren’t going to turn around and come back. Even though that was five years ago, I’ve never had the courage to go back again. He mentioned getting permission from the Ohio Department of Metal Health, but with being away for school and combined with feeling strange about asking, we’ve never done that. Maybe someday we will.
As I said before, the building is now gone so I’m sure it’s even easier to spot someone back there when they’re not supposed to be. Still, nothing really happened to us, and it’s our story to tell. It’s the only one of the four Columbus mental hospital cemeteries we’ve been to (since the other ones have other things to overcome, including permission and being more watched), and it’s just an overall really awesome spot. There’s a lot of saddness in the area, but I imagine it was even worse when the asylum was still standing. Someday we’d like to go back, but until then, at least we have The TICO Incident to talk about.
These are all the pictures we have relating to TICO and “the TICO incident.”

fran-gre-dscn54451I have been preoccupied with the C. H. Hayden mausoleum pretty much since we started frequenting Green Lawn when I was a child. The first time I saw it, a seven-year-old anklebiter, I thought a president was buried there, or someone as important. It was a veritable Taj Mahal–and still, four or five of the standard tombs located around Green Lawn could fit inside this edifice, easy. It was constructed in 1904 and sits in the center of the cemetery by the lake. Most of my information on it comes from Andy at ForgottenOH.

Additionally, it marks the spot of pretty much the beginning of mine and Kristine’s first real cemetery exploit. It was September of 2003 and we were driving to Columbus. On the way down, I received a phone call telling me I was out of a job. I was more surprised than anything else, and to celebrate, we decided to have a picnic. This was unusual for us, to say the least; we swung through KFC and then tried to decide where to eat. Somehow we decided to go to Green Lawn; somehow we wound up on the steps of Hayden’s mausoleum. We settled down with a pretty decent spread of southern-fried goodness: crispy chicken, baked beans, coleslaw, biscuits. We speculated on the identity of “C. H. Hayden” and worked on a novel in a notebook.

I don’t remember anything else about that, but four months later, we were back with a video camera, and somewhere in the foggy interim, an obsession was born. Now every time we visit Green Lawn, we swing by to say hello to Hayden, even though we’ve learned a few things about him since.

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This is the final resting place of Columbus banker Charles H. Hayden . . . and seven other people, apparently. At least potentially. Actually, nothing but vagueness surrounds both the potential interments here and the ghost story apparently related to it. All I know for sure is that the tomb was comissioned in 1904 and Chuck died shortly after. There are a lot of . . . actually, there aren’t a lot of stories. There’s just one story. That story says that if you knock on the door, someone will knock back. There is a tantalizing rumor about a potential “more substantial manifestation,” too, but no evidence as of yet to actual existance of the same.

Here is one fruitless attempt to get a response from Hayden, me from July of this year:

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As can be expected, he wasn’t home. Here’s another, video this time, from just this month:

As you can see, the old boy has yet to respond to me. But . . . someday I may get lucky! Apparently there is also the ghost of a little boy who hangs around crying, but I’ve never seen him, either.

What about you? Any ghost stories?

I grew up in Columbus, Ohio. Which is basically notable as being home to one of the best cemeteries of the Midwest: Green Lawn Cemetery, est. 1848. It’s also a splendidly large one, boasting 150,000 interments on 360 acres [1] [2].

Columbus in the Background

I grew up in a Columbus suburb, and my dad was an avid birdwatcher. So, on nice days, my sister would troop out to Green Lawn with my parents and spend an afternoon entertaining ourselves while Dad went scouting whatever bird was on the list that week. Invariably, we parked near the lake next to the Wolfe Family Plot, where my sister would attempt to get me to look into the windows of tombs and then scare me after I had done so. One particular hobby of mine was cleaning markers off and leaving offerings of clover blossoms and dandelions.

Of course I was aware of the fact that I had relatives buried here. My father’s mother, Mawmaw, died before I turned seven, and I attended her funeral there with the family; my mother’s dad died before I was born, but I had a vague notion that he was there, too, along with some other shadowy personages I understood to be “the German grandparents” (actually my great-great grandparents on my mother’s side). But we didn’t really ever go to visit them and genealogy wasn’t as high on my list at age nine as chasing gophers was.
For a long time, my visitation of cemeteries kind of fell off. But then in 2003, something sparked it again–maybe it was reading ghost stories on websites like Forgotten Ohio. But then I began to visit again–and look on websites to find more to visit. And suddenly everything cemetery was interesting. This sparked an intense fascination with genealogy and a quest to locate all of my relatives buried there in Green Lawn, leading to me spending a great many weekends not only there but also in other cemeteries.
I’m super excited about this website because it’s finally a real chance to share stories about some of the great cemetery adventures Kristine and I have gone on in the last five years–including our recent summer quest while working on our book Grounds & Grounds — which is a topic for another day!
So bookmark us and stick around. Death’s about to get really, really interesting roundabout here real soon!
Green Lawn Geese

Green Lawn Geese

Do you belong on this blog?

If you have ever walked across an uneven terrain of a sporatically-trimmed lawn, speckled with carved stones from centuries-past, and looked up at the trees above and listened to the singing birds and thought, “I have never seen anything more beautiful than this,” then . . . maybe.

Modern cemeteries are more gardens than just simple boneyards, as a quick perusal of a few cemetery homepages will reveal. Cemeteries are also noted birding hotspots, probably because of this garden-archetecture popular in recent centuries. Rare birds flock to the relative quitetude of these (often very large) solitary spots, as do the twitchers chasing them.
However, if either of these are the only reasons for which you enjoy an afternoon in a churchyard, then, frankly, this isn’t really the blog for you. You may enjoy some of the pictures and stories, but I’ll be fair and warn you now that it’s not going to be your thing.
This will be your thing if you are a card-carrying taphophile. What is a taphophile? It’s not a species of infant frog, if that’s what you’re thinking. From the Wikipedia:
Taphophilia is a passion for and enjoyment of cemeteries. The singular term is a taphophile.
Taphophilia involves epitaphs, gravestone rubbings, photography, art, and history of (famous) deaths. An example of an individual’s expression of taphophilia is the character Harold in the movie Harold and Maude (1971).
Taphophilia should not be confused with necrophilia, which is a sexual attraction to corpses.
That last part is particulary important. Taphophiles are not creepy and weird even if we do spend every weekend chilling in the local cemetery or driving out to visit a new one. So, card-carrying taphophiles, carry your card with pride and bookmark this site! If you aren’t a taphophile yet but think you could be . . . stick around and let us convert you!
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