I know.......today is not Sunday.....
but let us pretend that I posted this on Sunday after I took this walk...to the town Cemetery.
There was once a band stand and a school on the same grounds as this cemetery. Bands played, speeches were made, stories were told, and memories were cherished.
The school was established in 1826 and the cemetery in 1830.
I have been here several times, reading the headstones.
Not until this visit, did I realize so many of the homes that surround ThirteenEleven's original builders are here. If I could ever figure out who build our house....I believe he would be here with his neighbors.
The monuments are quite breathtaking and heart warming. These women were well loved.
Dora
Nannie
and Elizabeth.
Elizabeth stands tall gleaming in white marble with classic Greek form.
Elizabeth stands tall gleaming in white marble with classic Greek form.
One hand near here heart and the other hand holding an anchor.
"Beautiful pure and noble...."
"She fell asleep to awake in the land of cloudless days and endless joy."
Nannie.
Her long hair is swept to one side, and she wraps herself in a cape. While one hand holds up the cape and dress, the other hand reaches down to a wood cross.
"This Memorial is a husbands tribute to a beloved wife who was the desire of his eyes and filled every want of his nature. Her life was a poem of beauty, rich in every womanly grace and virtue was by death anointed with all it needed Immortality. She is gone to the mountain of myrrh and to the hills of frankensense until the day break and shadows flee away."
Dora.
Dora faces east. The other monuments face west. With baby in one hand and a pleading toddler clinging to her leg Dora is reaching to the sky.
"Erected in the grateful memory of the beautiful character, the peerless excellence of my beloved wife Dora Ferrell Cody who was the gift of God to me the embodiment of his smile, the angel ministrant to my home. In the morning of youth and beauty he gave her in the noontide. He called her home. The world is fairer that her unselfish life bloomed with in it; it is richer because of her imperishable loveliness."
From the dates and names on the surrounding graves. Dora gave birth to a son, Thorton on 3.13.1896, she died on 4.11.1896 and Thorton died on 7.28 of the same year. From the sculpture I would guess she had a toddler at the time.
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What a gorgeous cememtary and what lovely, heart-felt sentiments from these women's husbands. I can't even imagine the pain Dora's husband must have endured during those awful months.
Melinda...Those words are so full of love.
The romantic in me wants to believe they were the husbands words. But knowing men...I wonder if the monument maker had words to chose from.
Melinda...Those words are so full of love.
The romantic in me wants to believe they were the husbands words. But knowing men...I wonder if the monument maker had words to chose from.
Wow-that is amazing. I love going to cemeteries myself and everywhere we travel Cooper knows we will spend at least one afternoon in a cemetery. Vivi and I used to go our city's cemetery every afternoon on our walk and we always stop at the house's original owners graves to say hi.
Whether they were original or stock sentiments, I'm sure they were heartfelt tributes. In our age, it's hard to imagine a time when people were so open and expressive with their feelings.
Thank you, Jenni, for taking the time to share this with us.
What beautiful words for women that left here all too young.
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