01 February 2011

Tombstone Tuesday--Stone Pictures

I'm back in one of my favorite local cemeteries again this week.  The cool dark shadyness of Clark Cemetery make it a wonderful place to visit on hot summer days.  Ah, not that is a consideration as a sever winter storm is preparing to blow down on us at I type.  But still, in summer a great place to visit.
I was struck by the carvings on the stones in some of the photos we have of Clark cemetery.
This one for the Ish family is rugged and massive.  Looking rough hewn, but I bet it took a lot of work to make it look so rough and "I don't care."  The banner-like smooth area is a great contrast to the rest of the family stone.
But the ones that caught my eye while browsing through the pictures were the stones for children and young adults.
 The first one I saw was this double stone for Hattie who died 4 January 1869 and Frankie who died 3 May 1876.  Hattie died at the age of 2 years 4 months and either 7 or 17 days.  Frankie was only 8 months and 16 days.  I had thought that they must have died at the same time, since the marker is a double stone.  Perhaps in an epidemic or something.  However, they died 7 years apart.  The weathering on the stones make the pictures a bit hard to decipher.  Frankie's half of the stone depicts a dove flying away.  Hattie's is harder to make out.  As best as I can make out, it is of a hand clutching a bunch of flowers. Sandy, on the other hand, thinks Hattie's picture looks like a bird descending at an angle. 

This next stone is also a double stone.  Our Little Lambs is the inscription around the inside of the crest, followed by Joseph and (another name) Stevens.  Sandy and I both studied that name.  We cannot make it out at all,  _____ie is all we can make of it, no matter how we zoom out and in.  But the two lambs on top of the stone, with the "Our Little Lambs" is so touching a memorial to the Stevens children.
Susan A, wife of E. J. Budlong died on 15 Feb 1879 and she wasn't a child, but at the age of only 20 years, 2 months, 2 days she was far from childhood.  The picture of the hand reaching down to pick the flower in full bloom, is so appropriate here.
Finally, I had to share this picture of several stones in a rather overgrown plot.  I cannot read any of the information on the stones but the light one on the right side caught my eye.  Around the edge is a lovely rope like border.  And in the oval again is a picture of a little lamb.
Stones like these make me wish to know the stories behind the stones, so they will be remembered as more than just a marker.

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