Pretty sure that it was in my old backyard on 8th Street. You should have seen the way my father’s roses bloomed 11 months out of the year, not to mention the size of his tomatoes and cucumbers. They might have been a few houses up the block for us. I heard stories that they found bones when the apartment houses were built, but I don’t know how true that is.
Hi again, fellow Brooklynite...yes...and I remember you mentioning this on a post a few years ago. A grave for 250 would be fairly large, and no reason to think that it did not touch your backyard on 8th St.