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My family’s old cemetery is across the road from our farm. My cousin kept it mowed for many years, and now 52 has taken the baton on my behalf. He makes sure it gets mowed before Memorial Day every year, and mows it again in the fall. My father was four the day he stood here while his father was put in the ground. My great-grandfather got down on bended knee and said, “I’ll be your daddy now.” And he was. My father, in his 80s now, is one of the last who knew the people whose names are written on these stones. To me, they are just names, even if they are relatives, but to him, they are real people. The last time he was here, he was so overcome by emotion, he walked into the woods to be by himself for 20 minutes. I thought he’d never come back! I was worried. Did he fall off a cliff? HE’S 80! But he did finally come back, still wiping his eyes, and I’ve never forgotten that emotion and I see this place differently since.
Not many people visit this cemetery these days, but it was once the heart of a community, filled with memories and stories, love and heartbreak. It sits in a clearing on a hill over the river, surrounded by trees, reached by a rough, steep, rock-dirt drive. There are roses and peonies planted amongst the tombstones.

They bloom untended, but if no one came to mow, this small cemetery would be quickly overtaken by the wild woods around it. In fact, many of the family members of my generation–cousins and second cousins–don’t know how to find it anymore because they haven’t been here since they were children, brought here by their parents–my father’s generation, the generation who grew up with the people whose names are on these stones. Go one more generation down to the children of my cousins and second cousins, and most of them have never even been here as time and distance take their toll.
This photo (below) was taken in 1970. I’m the girl on the right. That’s my father, behind my great-grandfather’s tombstone.

His name was John Morgan Dye. Morgan was named after him. She likes to walk over here sometimes and put flowers on his grave and others. (Morgan is the most common first and middle name in my assorted extended family tree–all named after my great-grandfather.)
You can see how 40 years have changed the landscape. The woods have closed in around this old cemetery as the community that once thrived here has disappeared.

I wonder sometimes what will happen to all these old, hidden, nearly forgotten cemeteries someday as generations move farther and farther down the family line from those buried in them.
All we can do is keep mowing……

Daisies for Great-Grandpa.
*I can’t leave this Memorial Day 2010 without mentioning my oldest son, Ross, who leaves for boot camp in just a few weeks (June 17). My father served as a tail gunner in World War II. My uncle died on a Pacific Island in World War II when he was just 17 years old. My children’s father was a Navy submariner. I was a Navy wife. And now my son will be a submariner, too. We are a military family.
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Morgan has really shown her interest in her family roots, not only by visiting this lovely old site, but I also remember the paper she wrote for school.
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I dunno, more and more folks are getting interested in geneology.
You might put a sign out by the road, and mention on your blog about the family names…people are looking for dead folks…LoL
I mean that in a good way now, don’t get skeered…
I appreciate the way you care about them, and keep their resting place all mowed for them…
blessings,
glenda
ps. I think it would be wonderful to have a family cemetery.
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Thank you, 52, for being the mower of that very important cemetery. There are too, too many of these cemeteries being overcome with nature around them. Glenda is right, there are many people who are trying to get their family’s history. If there isn’t a register, what a great project for Morgan (as she is the namesake of your great-grandfather)!
Happy Memorial Day! Remembering everyone on this very special day…
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From the lake, from the hills, from the sky;
All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.
Fading light, dims the sight,
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright.
From afar, drawing nigh, falls the night.
Thanks and praise, for our days,
‘Neath the sun, ‘neath the stars, neath the sky;
As we go, this we know, God is nigh.
Sun has set, shadows come,
Time has fled, Scouts must go to their beds
Always true to the promise that they made.
While the light fades from sight,
And the stars gleaming rays softly send,
To thy hands we our souls, Lord, commend.
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These are the words to Taps, words that I never knew existed until my husband, an Air Force veteran, told me. I have passed them on to the people I work with and one of the ladies will sing them today in honor or Memorial Day and our Fallen Heros.God bless them all.
Everyone have a safe day and don’t forget why we have this day.
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Now that your cemetery is mowed, maybe you could host a picnic for your father and your extended family so they will know where the cemetery is and your dad could tell the family about some of the people buried there. It is a great tribute to those who have gone before to be remembered.
A great post.
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thanks for sharing.
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Jan
GDP
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Beth aka oneoldgoat (who doesn’t have her goats anymore)
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Many communities have similar local historical societies that have done similar work all over the country. If you don’t have a cemetery register in your community, contact your local group and become part of creating one! If you have a yen for history and geneology, this is a great way to get started.
My mother owns our family cemetery in Fayette County, WV and one day it will be my responsibility to care for it. Mark’s family has a cemetery here about 1.5 miles from the old farmhouse. Our dear Bob is buried there and Mark and Georgia went there on Saturday to mow and decorate.
The hills of WV are dotted with little family cemeteries everywhere. My mother’s 4-H club maintains a small cemetery in her town that only has about 10 graves. This makes an excellent service project for a 4-H club or a Scout troop.
Lovely post, Suzanne. Have a blessed day everyone!
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I wanted to find out the location of the small cemetery in AR—4 miles down a dirt road—where my aunt and uncle were laid to rest. Wonder of wonders, the older folks who knew about this small cemetery had listed the name of the cemetery and the names on every tombstone they could read on the internet. Thanks to their generosity the descendants of 200 souls could find their relatives.
Thank you to all the military families, everywhere.
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Lovely post. We too have a small town cemetery which is now deserted. My relatives are buried there and we haven’t gone in many years to visit….but we shall soon. thanks for the motivation to do so.
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Keep encouraging Morgan and others in her generation to visit the family cemeteries – pass on the stories and show the old family photos. The stories and photos make our ancestors more ‘alive’ to us and to our children, and maybe, just maybe, our old family graveyards will survive yet another genereation and provide for a resting place for us when our time comes.
Donna
P.S. We’re Navy too… our Fireman (as he is so quick to point out that he’s not a Seaman!) son Brian is presently in the Naval hospital in San Diego with two broken legs and a broken elbow from a bad fall from his ship – please keep him in your prayers, fellow Chickens in the Road family, as well as all our military!
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I don’t know of any family buried in a small cemetery like this, but we do visit the graves of one side of the family every year on Memorial Day. My children and I never knew most of these people from my husband’s family. My husband never even knew many of them. During our trip to decorate the graves we always learn a little more about family history. We laugh and talk and then picnic afterward at a nearby park and build new memories and family stories to add to the old. When I was first introduced to this family custom, I thought it was very strange and more than a little morbid. My family had never done anything like this. Now it’s one of my favorite times, and it’s a precious tradition to my children.
Thank you for sharing the story of your family cemetery with us.
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My grandpa, one of many veterans in my family, died a few years ago. One of the few vivid memories I have of him is raising the flag every morning and respectfully taking it down every night. I wish we didn’t need the military but his example, along with others, taught me to love and appreciate my country and those that represent us in times and places that we wish didn’t have to exist.
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Thanks for this post. My grandfather was a tailgunner in WW II as well.
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