I have always been
drawn to cemeteries. Even as a child I was fascinated to read the names of
those who lie sleeping under the stones which proclaimed the days of their
lives. Years ago I remember wishing that it was possible to know more about the
lives of the departed buried beneath.
My initiation into the
wonders that cemeteries hold came at Pocasset Hill Cemetery in Tiverton, Rhode
Island where I lived. This burial ground sat high on a hill with a view of the
Sakonnet River and the Mount Hope Bridge, which resembles a small version of
the Golden Gate Bridge. It is a
beautiful place to be, where thoughts of death are softer as you look at the
loveliness all around, at the bottom of the hill, and in the distance.
Pocasset has two plots
that are occupied by the deceased members from the paternal side of my family.
It is also the final resting place of my parents. Whenever I am in Rhode Island
I visit this place. I go there to remember my father and mother as well as
relatives, who were a part of my childhood.
A few plots to the
left of our main plot there is an area where a family, whose name I have
forgotten, is buried. There is the mother and the father who are listed on the
big memorial stone. In front of that there are five or six flat stones that
mark the burial place of their children.
I am not sure if the
dates are authentic, but the information does pique my curiosity. Several of these
children all passed away when they were about one and a half years old. The
deaths occurred over several years, but it had happened on the same month and
day for each child. Several questions come to mind. Was this just a horrible
coincidence? Was there someone, who was afflicted by mental illness, who did
something to his or her children? Did they not record the date. Were the stones
delayed? If so, when they did place the
stones years later, did they just pick a date and put it on each little stone?
It is somewhat of a mystery that goes unanswered.
In Little Compton,
Rhode Island, where we lived after we moved from Tiverton, there is a cemetery
beside the United Congregational Church. Betsy Ross, who made the first flag of
the country, is buried there. Elizabeth Alden Pabody, who was the first white
child born in colonies and whose parents, John and Priscilla Alden, came over
on the Mayflower, was also laid to rest in this cemetery.
There is also mystery
to be found in the Congregational Cemetery on strangely inscribed stones. One
stone reads Simeon Palmer and the dates of his life. There is a stone with the
name of Lidia Palmer, also inscribed as “Simeon’s wife,” who died in 1754. The
other stone has the name Elizabeth with no last name. The inscription on
Elizabeth’s marker is, “Elizabeth…Who should have been the wife of Simeon
Palmer.” No one now alive knows the history of this story. What happened as
faded into history, but one can only imagine. Many still puzzle over these
unusual captions.
The cemetery that
brought me to the point of writing this essay is in Rockport, Maine. We went
there to find the gravestone of the great great grandfather of the friend I was
visiting. He had been a sea captain in the mid 1800’s. We found his stone and
then started walking around the cemetery reading stones. In a far corner at the
back of the cemetery we noticed lonely stone and went to read it.
The
inscription was as follows:
UNKNOWN
UNWANTED
BABY BOY…
BODY FOUND IN
ROCKPORT QUARRY
APRIL 20, 1940
AGE ABOUT FIVE MONTHS
UNWANTED
BABY BOY…
BODY FOUND IN
ROCKPORT QUARRY
APRIL 20, 1940
AGE ABOUT FIVE MONTHS
At one side of the
tomb stone is a cross. A small angel statue sits as a guardian on the other
side. In front of the stone are many toys that people have left for this little
boy who never got a chance to play with stuffed animals, toy cars, and trucks. The
police investigated, but the identity of the baby was never discovered.
There are many stories and
mysteries to be found in old cemeteries. There are grave stones of people whose
lives have value in history or accomplishment. Some inscriptions do tell a
story that is easily explained. Some of the engravings have no explanation.
Some are legend for the comedy they present. Then some of the mysteries to be
found are heartbreaking. The dedication on the tomb of the unknown baby boy is
one of mysteries that raises questions and touches the hearts of all who see Corinne Mustafa

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