Vanished Without a Trace
While on the house tour yesterday, I decided to visit the family cemetery on what was my grandfather's, great grandfather's, great-great grandfather's and great-great-great grandfather's land. I'd not been there in 20 years or so.
The cemetery so carefully tended by my grandfather was gone, vanished without a trace, in a housing development. Not a single grave stone was to be found. Just houses and Fescue and rose gardens.
My great grandmother, Louisa, and great-great-great grandfather, Petrus, are buried there along with about a dozen other relatives. I felt a sadness for this indignity to their memory and a guilt for my inattention over the years.
With time now on my hands I would like to right the wrong and reclaim their final resting place from suburbia. To be certain, however, the owners of that big house are not going to be happy about having a graveyard in their front lawn! Sorry. The cemetery is on the plat maps and the graves were there long before these folks were born.
The cemetery so carefully tended by my grandfather was gone, vanished without a trace, in a housing development. Not a single grave stone was to be found. Just houses and Fescue and rose gardens.
My great grandmother, Louisa, and great-great-great grandfather, Petrus, are buried there along with about a dozen other relatives. I felt a sadness for this indignity to their memory and a guilt for my inattention over the years.
With time now on my hands I would like to right the wrong and reclaim their final resting place from suburbia. To be certain, however, the owners of that big house are not going to be happy about having a graveyard in their front lawn! Sorry. The cemetery is on the plat maps and the graves were there long before these folks were born.
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