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starwomyn 65F
3804 posts
2/27/2019 2:51 am

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2/28/2019 2:17 am

Old Cemetaries, Censuses, and Finding the Midwife.

My sister commented that "I dwell on the past while she looks forward to the future. I am sure she didn't intend for it to be complimentary but I will accept it as a positive. I love exploring old graveyards for whatever reason, . I have a collection of death certificates, census records, wills, slave schedules and other documents of various ancestors and it appears that it is my calling to discover and tell thier stories.

I noticed that there is a feeling of stillness when walking though an old battle ground. It is like the chaos is over and the ancestors are saying, "we're done!" Sometimes, I get flashes of the individuals who fought the battle and glimpses of thier stories.

There is nothing scary or morbid about old cemeteries. These are our ancestors and loved ones or at least thier mortal remains. These are lives to be honored and remembered.

I was checking out an 1900 Census and was surprise to find out that my Great Grandmother's father died when she was a toddler. My 2nd Great-grandmother was left widowed with six children. She was listed as a Seamstress. She had a younger brother and an aunt who also lived in the household. It appeared that the family pulled together to take care of each other. This is the way that a·grar·i·an families survived. Extended families were far more common in that era. An aging parent would be part of a grown child's family.

My great grandmother talked about a midwife who came from an enslaved family that our family owned. She delivered all but the youngest of her children. I was searching for a 3rd great grandfather. I found a mulatto man with same name. He has a wife and several children on a farm right next to a 2nd Great Grandfather and the farm where my Great Grandparents live. The Mulatto man's wife was the midwife. There is even the possibility that this family might be kin. DNA will eventually tell the story.





starwomyn 65F
6175 posts
2/27/2019 2:53 am

Mr. McCoy is an old B/F. I found his mortal remains in Arlington Cemetary.


sportsbuffHal 61M
181 posts
2/27/2019 3:42 am

GREAT TO SEE A REALIST WHO ACCEPTS IN FULL WHAT CAN NEVER BE CHANGED AND WHAT HAPPENS.

THANK YOU FOR HONEST OPEN TRUTH.


deborahsu2 79F  
3151 posts
2/27/2019 5:22 am

Enjoyed your post. My sister and I use to visit old cemeteries a lot. We found a lot of older relatives that we never knew....had just heard Granny and different ones talking about them. It was a very interesting hobby for us.


starwomyn 65F
6175 posts
2/27/2019 7:02 am

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There is a 14 year difference between your age and McCoy's so I doubt if you served together. He was a Korean war vet. The ashes belong to my late hubby. The story of his final journey from to West Virginia to the Pacific Ocean in Santa Barbara, California is an entire blog in itself. The top photo is the marker for Cardinal James Gibbons who was my hubby's famous Catholic Cousin. This was a Basilica in Baltimore which claims to be the first Catholic Church in the United States. Actually, the oldest Catholic Church is in St. Augustine Florida. I was there last year.


Rocketship 75F
15378 posts
2/27/2019 7:23 am

I enjoyed reading your blog, Starwomyn. Like you, I have never found cemeteries scary either.

What a wealth of history and information they contain!


starwomyn 65F
6175 posts
2/27/2019 9:38 am

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I don't think that Ron was a career soldier but my father was. My father was a Korean Era/Vietnam War Veteran. He served from 1949 to 1968. You might have crosses paths with him but with a last name like Preasmeyer, my dad would be easier to remember than my old b/f.


MrsJoe 71F
10633 posts
2/27/2019 8:44 pm

As a youngster, I walked the cemetery with my gramma every year around Memorial Day, and she would tell me the story behind all the many family stones there.
Myself? I'm not much interested in genealogy, but my sister is.


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