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)!

Exciting developments here with the Headstoners this month. We’re up to eight fans on Facebook–thanks guys! I’m trying to take a little more interest in both the FB page and the Shutterfly account, which is where our main pictures are going to be posted just in the interest of viewability, which is officially a word now. Everything is a slow process, especially when you take into account the fact that the two of us are in fact knee-deep in trying to move to Indiana, so I hope everyone will bear with us until things get back to normal.

Actually what I would like to draw attention to this week is something that came to my attention in the last week of June and I ended up having to put it off for the Fourth of July post. In October, I posted about the Piatt Cemetery in Logan Co., which as I mentioned then, I visit all the time. This post attracted the attention of Jeff, who is engaged in a really fascinating quest that, as a Headstoner, I was pleased to get in on, and felt it was my duty to share with everybody.

Jeff has in his possession a headstone, a homeless headstone, if you will, and rather than simply dropping it off at the local graveyard or hanging onto it, he has been trying to figure out where it came from so he can return it. The headstone is a sort of tapering shape and matches others already in the cemetery (although to be fair, it’s a common enough shape for the time) . . . Click here for a slideshow of Piatt cemetery shots from the last three years.

Anyway, the stone lists the names of six Piatt(e) children; their parents are identified as “R.J. and Anna.” Abram–the builder of Mac-A-Cheek, if you weren’t paying attention–had a son named Riveroak John, and the names on the stone line up with records identifying their children. Jeff got into contact with me, and I put him in touch with Margaret Piatt, and I hope that pretty soon, the mystery can come to its desired conclusion and the stone returned to its rightful home.

I don’t want to post other people’s pictures here, or tell you too much of his story, because he can tell you himself. Check out this forum at GraveAddiction, and read all about Jeff’s fascinating headstoning investigation!

Cemetery restoration is hard. You might remember we’ve posted about it a couple of times, sometimes with criticism where it has been done badly, and sometimes with lavish praise where it has impressed us, but now–courtesy of the “There, I Fixed It” blog–I have an example that may make me never again be quite so hard on those restoration artists who choose to do their noble work in . . . well, materials other than duck tape. (Enjoy!)

http://thereifixedit.com/2010/01/01/someone-made-a-grave-mistake/

A society that puts equality… ahead of freedom will end up with neither. — Milton Friedman, US economist (1912-2006)

Maybe that quotation doesn’t have much to do with the day’s topic–an ironic statement that will become clear as I go along–but I really liked it and therefore I posted it.

Well, here it is, Friday. Friday, as we know, is cemetery day. I know we’ve been skipping lately, but–I’m lazy. Having noticed the giant spike in views earlier this week, though, has given me a sense of responsibility, and therefore I post. (Bookmark us. Make us your homepage. Come back often. Danke.) Now, I have been contemplating the fact that I drive by three cemeteries on my way to work and I’ve never even gone in one. I’ve been thinking about remedying that fact, but recognizing that we have a backlog still, I decided to come in and do a post on one of the neatest cemeteries we’ve been to. “Neat” is a good word to describe it–it’s tidy, organized, well-kept, and interesting. It’s also fitting to follow the, shall I coint it, “restoration FAIL” of the last post, because here’s a cemetery doing restoration right. I’m talking about . . .

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EQUALITY CEMETERY, Logan County, Ohio.
Because everybody’s equally dead when they die. (more…)

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