This post has nothing to do with my own family history.  I’m just naturally drawn to cemeteries, as many genealogists are.

Bonaventure Cemetery is very beautiful.  The interesting old gravestones and hanging Spanish moss make it different than most.

This particular gravestone, of a little girl named Grace Watson, touched me.

She was only 6 when she died on a pneumonia in 1889.  Her father was the manager of a big hotel and she was a favorite of many of the guests. When a sculptor named John Walz came to town, Grace’s father had this gravestone carved from a photograph of his little girl.

I guess it just gets me, because it’s not often that you can actually “see” the person as you’re walking through the cemetery. Have you ever come across a gravestone like this before?

  • Heather Wilkinson Rojo - January 18, 2011 - 10:48 am

    This is such a poignant grave marker! I’ve never seen one like it. It must have been quite startling to see the first time you came upon it. Thank you for posting this.ReplyCancel

  • Renate - January 18, 2011 - 5:59 pm

    Wow! I’ve never seen anything like that, but I like it! I feel like I just met “Gracie” for real. Thanks for sharing her with us.


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This is a stretch for Madness Monday.  No, he wasn’t crazy, but he was drunk and acting crazy.

I found this in the Omaha World Herald, dated March 3, 1907.

Solomon Madison Hattery was my great-great grandmother’s brother.  He seemed to live a pretty rough life.


Solomon M. Hattery. Demented or Drunk.  Gets in Way of Illinois Central

Solomon M. Hattery, of 1737 South Seventh street was struck by an Illinois Central passenger going east at 6:30 o’clock last evening.  He stood on Broadway between Sixteenth and Seventeenth and the engineer was right upon him before he was noticed.  Shrill alarm from the whistle had no effect for it struck him and knocked him some distance to one side.  The train was stopped the man picked up and he was conveyed to the depot and from there taken in the ambulance to the new hospital.  There a careful examination disclosed no broken bones and the man was decided to be very much under the influence of liquor.

Hattery was picked up demented last summer and taken to the hospital.  It is said that his wife has left him with the intention of procuring a divorce and that this fact is believed to be responsible in a measure for the condition in which he was found last evening.

  • Jo Graham - January 18, 2011 - 12:00 am

    I wonder how he felt the following day having been struck by a train – it’s a wonder he survived, let alone wasn’t badly injured. Amazing! JoReplyCancel

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This is another Genealogy Bank find.

Theodore F. Sanchez was my great-grandfather. I never met him, because he died before I was born.

The obituary is from the Seattle Times, dated 30 March 1962.

Theodore F. Sanchez

Funeral Services for Theodore F. Sanchez, 89, a retired barber who died in a hospital Wednesday, will be at 1 o’clock tomorrow at the Washington Memorial Funeral Home.  Burial will be in Washington Memorial Park.

Born in Ottumwa, Iowa, Mr. Sanchez came to Seattle 35 years ago.  He resided at 6518 40th Av. S. W.  He formerly was a member of the Odd Fellows Lodge.

Survivors are six daughters, Mrs. James Keene, Mrs. Leonarda Radovich and Mrs. Dwayne Runte, all of Seattle; Peggy Sanchez, St. Paul; Mrs. Clarence C. Hansen, Minneapolis, and Mrs. Arthur Loraas, Wayzata, Minn.; two sons, Theodore F., Jr. South San Francisco, and Donald Sanchez, Lynnwood; a sister, Mrs. Nanny Morgan, Ottumwa, 19 grandchildren and 14 great-grandchildren.

This death notice was further down on the same page:

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One of the interesting articles I found with my new membership, was this article on my husband’s great-grandfather, Nicholas Van Cossaboon.  He was a Methodist Minister and apparently had allegations of misconduct brought against him.  They seem to be unfounded though and the investigation was dropped. I’m sure that he wasn’t thrilled that this was in the paper. This was published in the Bridgeton Evening News, on July 10, 1909.


Declares That He Did Not Kiss Her or Act in Improper Manner.


Stewards Sustain Pastor Cossaboon, Asserts District Superintendent N.J. Wright.

The following dispatch, under a Bridgeton date line, appeared in the Philadelphia Ledger this morning.

BRIDGETON, July 9 – Allegations of unbecoming conduct made by Mrs. Elmira Scull, wife of a farmer, against the Rev. Nicholas V. Cossaboon, pastor of the Methodist Episcopal Churches of Dennisville and South Dennis, are not likely to be subject of further investigation by the church authorities.

On three separate occasions, Mrs. Scull declares Mr. Cossaboon made proposals to her which caused her to request him to leave her home.

The Rev. N.J. Wright, superintendent of Bridgeton District of the Methodist Episcopal Church, said last night that the matter had not been brought to his attention officially and he did not expect that it would.

“Unless the affair assumes a more serious phase,” declared Mr. Wright, “I will take no action.  I understand that the Boards of Stewards have paid no attention to the woman’s assertions, deeming them without foundation.  No charges have been made and the stewards attach no significance to Mrs. Scull’s statements.  The stewards will stand by the pastor.”

Stewards of the two churches were to have held a joint meeting last night in Dennisville, at which it was expected accuser and accused would meet face to face.  The three church officers from South Dennis did not attend.  Their brethren informed Mr. Cossaboon that they would take no action, at least for the present.

At this moment, Mrs. Scull stepped up and grabbing the pastor by the coatsleeve exclaimed: “Mr. Cossaboon, I hear you deny that you misbehaved at my house?”

“I do, ” replied the minister.

“You deny that you insulted me?”


“You deny that you kissed me?”

“I do”

“Well, you may deny it before these gentlemen, ” said the woman, “but you cannot deny it to your Maker.”

Mr. Scull, who stood by his wife, said after her colloquy with the preacher:

“He called at my house the first time, the Friday after Decoration Day.  He said something then that my wife resented and twice after that he visited her and said things he shouldn’t say.  If I could have met him alone when she told me about it, I would have trounced him.”

Mr. Cossaboon after the meeting said “Nobody who knows me believes these charges.  I cannot understand why this woman should so malign me.  I have made several pastoral calls upon her, but only in the interests of her family and the church.

“Some time ago I made a remark about the number of children she had, and I understand she and her husband take offense at it.  I think it made them have a grudge against me, and I believe that my work for the Law and Order League has inspired animosity against me by individuals who are eager to circulate any evil report about me.”

Mrs. Scull is 34 years old and the mother of six children, the eldest whom is 13.  Mr. Cossaboon’s accuser is not a member of either of his churches.  He has been in charge of the two congregations two years.  Mrs. Cossaboon is outspoken in her belief of her husband’s innocence.

Dennisville is in Cape May County, on the Reading’s line to Cape May.

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Week 2: Winter.  What was winter like where and when you grew up? Describe not only the climate, but how the season influenced your activities, food choices, etc.

I grew up on a small island in the Puget Sound.  The climate there is fairly mild and the winters weren’t usually snow-covered.  They were cold and the roads were icy, but we normally didn’t get the benefit of snow to play in.

So, when it did snow, we took full advantage of it.  School was cancelled.  We stayed at home and played.

I remember one year in particular (Feb 1990) where we must have gotten at least a foot.  The roads were impassable and we walked a couple of miles down to a neighbor’s house and had some snowball fights.

I think that it was that same snowstorm that my siblings and I decided to build a snow fort on the patio.  We used a large bucket, filled it with snow and then poured water in it.  We’d then let it sit for a bit and then flip it over to form an ice block.  We thought that we were going to build an entire igloo, but in the end we didn’t make it that far.  We did get a couple of buckets high though and we still thought it was pretty cool.  The patio ended up being completely iced over from all of our water pouring.  We went ice skating – minus the skates.

My little sister – being a goofball like always.:)

Whenever we got snow, we would head up the hill past our home.  It was a slow, steady climb to the top, but on the other side it was much steeper.  This is where we went innertubing.  We’d just hop on and hope we didn’t hit a tree.:)

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