Sometimes you forget that there was a real person associated with each marker, and that their passing was usually a sad occasion. And sometimes a tragic one.
This caught my eye from a distance. A chair made in the style of the classic tree shaped tombstones. So what is happening here....
It was where a grieving widow sat and looked upon her husband's grave.
Hermann Grote must have been a pretty good guy. The odd symbols on the marker probably reflect some sort of lodge membership, perhaps Knights of Pythius?
William Tucker died at age 19. His family had high hopes for him. The inscription reads:
OUR WILLIE BELOVED SO DEAR/HOW MANY HOPES WE BURIED HERE
Not great verse, but how heartfelt.....
From a distance you would not guess the sadness in this humble marker. But zoom in close...
I would have to scrape off moss to be sure-and I won't do that-but it seems to have a word ending in ..OTIE and then WEE BABY.
I thought that was about the saddest tombstone I had ever seen, but then I ran across this one in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Infant mortality was a fact of life in times past, but Mary Braley died in 1905 at age nine.
Her tombstone reads, Beloved one farewell.
And here is Mary's hat.