I took this photo on Isola San Michele, the cemetery island of Venice, Italy. I also did a bit of modification on Flickr to darken it.
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This is just an example of what you can do to spookify cemetery photos. I don’t usually do this, but sometimes, it’s fun to see what kind of effects you can find to add to photos.
This was done using two effects from Pixlr.
There are a number of Bristols buried in the Naperville, IL cemetery. Many of them are tied to Hiram Bristol, who lived from 1800-1894, and who was the town assessor in 1852.
This is the marker for Ann Maria Bristol, who was born in 1834 and died in 1862. She was the wife of George Bristol, who is not related to Hiram Bristol, and who is not buried in this cemetery.
According to what I found, Ann Maria Bristol was the daughter of Daniel Heath Orcutt and Anjeline Perkins Orcutt, who are also not buried in this cemetery. I’m not sure what happened to Ann Marie, and why she died at the age of 28. The record I found shows she had a child in 1859, who died at the age of 9 in 1868 (this link shows someone else’s photo, with a flat stone next to Ann Marie’s, which appears to be that of her son). Whatever the circumstances, someone loved Ann Marie very much, as evidence by the carvings on her stone.
“Meet me in Heaven” and “Her mind was tranquil and serene, no terror in her looks were seen, her savior’s smile dispersed the gloom and smoothed her passage to the tomb.”
I noticed this marker right away, not just because it is so clear, but because I thought what it said was unusual: “He was a man.” from “his employes.”
I found information about Charles Pawson Atmore, (1834-1900) which had text from his obituary, which appeared in the New York Times: C. P Atmore’s obituary from the New York Times:
“C. P. ATMORE DROPS DEAD
Was General Passenger Agent of the Louisville and Nashville LOUISVILLE, May 29.-Charles Pawson Atmore, General Passenger Agent of the Louisville and Nashville Railroad, dropped dead in his room at Forth and Chestnut Streets, this afternoon. His death was due to apoplexy.
He was born in 1834 in the Island of Guernsey, and entered the railway service
of the Louisville, New Albany and Chicago Railway, and afterward, occupied several
positions with other roads. In 1872 he be-came General Passenger Agent of the
Louisville and Nashville. Mr. Atmore is survived by a wife, three sons, and two daughters. One son, William Atmore, is Police Commissioner of St. Louis, and the other two are railroad officials.”
There is a second marker, right next to this one —
I’m not sure if this was the original marker, and then the larger one was erected later, but that certainly seems like a possibility. I looked up the symbols, and my book shows the dove is a frequent symbol, usually shown holding an olive branch. Here, it looks more like it’s holding a ribbon, but I assume it’s still the same symbolism of purity and peace. The amount of careful carving of the flower garland is still evident.
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Interesting, there is a town in Alabama which is named for him. According to what I found about historical markers in Alabama, “In 1897, town leaders wanted to change the name of Williams Station to Carney, in honor of William Marshall Carney, the man who had contributed greatly to the town’s growth. However, Mr. Carney’s brother had already started a settlement in Baldwin County and given it his family name. Having two towns with the same name so close together would create confusion. Determined to honor W.M. Carney, the leaders asked him to select the town’s new name. He honored his good friend, Charles Pawson Atmore, general passenger agent for the Louisville and Nashville Railroad in Louisville, Kentucky. According to the New York Times, C.P. Atmore died at age 66, on May 29, 1900. There is no record that he ever visited the little town named for him.
On May 23, 1907, Atmore became an incorporated municipality. The town celebrated this centennial milestone at Heritage Park in May 2007.
Erected by the Alabama Tourism Department,Atmore Area Chamber of Commerce and the City of Atmore, October 2010
Since the early 1990s, Atmore, Alabama has held an annual arts and crafts festival in honor of the name change to Atmore. “This event is Williams Station Day. On this day, residents turn back their clocks to 1866 when their community was named Williams Station, and its humble start as just a supply stop along the Mobile & Great Northern Railroad.” (courtesy of the AFC site)
Alice Harrison was born on September 11, 1877 and died on October 17, 1878. Her epitaph reads, “Without fault before the throne of God.”
Her parents were Alice Catherine Stokes Harrison, who was born in 1848 and died in 1881 at the early age of 33, and John Stewart Harrison, who was born in 1842 and died in 1901. According to the records I found, John married again — and married Harriet Bonnycastle Cooper (1866-1942), and they had three children.
Interestingly, Alice Catherine Stokes Harrison came from a large family. Her parents, William Henry Stokes (1809-1874) and Prudence Catherine Ward Stokes (1816-1859) had 9 children (although some of those children died at an early age).
The family names of Stokes, Harrison, and even Bonnycastle, seem to be rooted in the Louisville area, and show up numerous times in the Cave Hill Cemetery.
This is one of my favorite finds from the Forest Home Cemetery in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. This cemetery is huge, and there are many, many figures (which I’m sure I’ll be putting into future posts). However, I found this particular figure to be particular touching, and have photographed her from many angles.
Frederick Pabst 1836-1904) is well known in Milwaukee, and in America, in general. Pabst Blue Ribbon beer is something you can find at just about any gas station that sells liquor (as well as in just about every neighborhood bar in Wisconsin and Chicago). There’s a nice Wikipedia article about Frederick Pabst, and Find-a-Grave also has a lot of information. At 37, he was the head of his own company, and “He went after the best brewmasters of his day, even traveling abroad hire the right men for his brewery. He increased its capacity by convincing the stockholders that the profits should be put into bigger and better equipment. He also traveled extensively, utilizing his personality and salesmanship to promote a nation-wide market by making the beer synonymous with fashionable people and places.”
And he wasn’t just known for beer — he was active in the community and was a civic leader. He established Milwaukee’s Pabst Theater, which is still in use today, and he had also established a traveling library providing German language books for immigrants.
There are family markers in front of this memorial, for members of the Pabst family.
I had an opportunity to visit Cave Hill Cemetery in Louisville, Kentucky this past weekend (and have now sorted through the 200+ photos I took…..). This is one of the most well-preserved cemeteries I’ve visited (and I’ll be posting more about it in the next week or so).
In keeping with my October-Halloween-spooky things theme this month, I’m posting this picture of this poor headless girl.
Emma Gertrude Bell was born in Louisville, KY on May 9, 1887 and died on July 8, 1889. I wasn’t able to find anything about what happened to her, but it’s obvious that this memorial was lovingly done for her. Her whole stone reads: “Emma Gertrude, daughter of Jas. E. & Carrie G. Bell, May 9, 1887 July 8, 1889 The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away, blessed be the name of the Lord.”
It’s fairly common to find statues in cemeteries that, due to age, are missing fingers or hands. This particular angel, in St. Adalbert Cemetery in Niles, Illinois, seems to looking down at something ……
Which would be the hand, sitting by itself.
I see a lot of cemetery photography pop up around the blogosphere as we get closer to Halloween — which makes sense, since some people consider cemeteries to be spooky places.
I came across this marker for Cora Henke in Forest Home Cemetery in Milwaukee, Wisconsin — and the thing that I noticed first wasn’t just that the figure has suffered a lot of damage, but that because of that damage, there is a small, disembodied hand off to the side. I used a sepia tone to modify these photos, so it’s clearer to see what the little hand looks like (as well as what’s left of this figure). I suppose it is a little spooky, to have this small hand off by itself …. which is why I’m including these photos for my October posts.
As you can see, Cora was a child when she died, and I assume the original marker was a figure of a child.
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