LOL!!
Well, good night. I’m planning to push Frank up the hill to the Methodist Church tomorrow morning, to look at their cemetery. Ash didn’t want to walk that far.
We went to another nearby Methodist Church today that had a revival campground, with little cabins (”tents”) and a covered outdoor assembly area (”arbor”). Elen and James went through the cemetery with me, and we realized it was the local black Methodist congregation, originating around 1900, I’d guess. I was starting to deduce it from the first names on the older headstones, and then the newer ones, from about 1990 on, had photos inlaid.
One gentleman who died in the 1990s had been a barber; his stone had a laser-etched portrait of him and pictures of barbers’ tools. There was one group of a mother and three daughters, aged about 8 to 18, who all died in one week in the summer of 1920. Must have been an epidemic. Another was a 2-month-old baby, in the 1950s, and next to the baby’s stone was the 16-year-old mother, who had died when the baby was a month old.