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Last week I wrote about Catharina Dorothea Elisabeth Schultz Lindgren (and I bet she didn’t put all that on one line!) and the fact she saved the money her son earned only to give it all back to him. This week I’ll honor that son, my grandfather, my Poppie, Henry August William Lindgren, whom I was named after.

His nickname was Lindy, and according to mother, there had been no grandchild named after him, and I was elected! I was named Dorothea Linda, Dorothea for his mother and Linda for him . Since his nickname was Lindy, the obvious choice for my name was Linda and I was called Lindi throughout my childhood.

Sacramento Masonic Cemetery

Ola Lindgreen, father; Henry August William Lindgren, son

Henry August William Lindgren is buried in Sacramento Masonic Cemetery and is in the same plot as his parents. He is listed on the same grave marker as his father, Ola Lindgreen.

Lindgreen Family

L-R: Ola Lindgreen, Henry August William Lindgreen, Catharine Dorothea Elisabeth Schultz Lindgreen, Anna Dorothea Louisa Lindgreen

 Henry was the only son born to above mentioned Catharina Lindgren and her Swedish husband, Ola Lindgren. He was just 3 years old when the family immigrated from Germany to America, and  as I wrote last week, the family first settled in Big Rapids, Michigan. This picture was taken in that City in 1889, according to the information on the back. My grandfather would have been about 4 years old in this picture.  He was a handsome young man, wasn’t he? I imagine this was about the age he was when he met my Nana, or rather she met him! She had spied him on a streetcar and talked about him so much that her friend finally had a dinner party and invited the both of them. They were married on 18 June 1913, in the morning, and she graduated from High School that afternoon! 50 years later I was at their anniversary celebration in the same city. I still have the invitation and a napkin from the event.

He was a Boilermaker by trade, starting his career in Sacramento with the Union Pacific Railroad and finishing the career in Hilo, Hawaii for the Hilo Ironworks. That’s where I remember visiting him, the Hilo Ironworks! It was noisy and hot, but just getting to visit him at work and go into his office was a thrill. He always had time for us.

The first thing he’d say when we arrived to spend a good portion of the summer was, “come over here and let me count your ribs!” Each time, we’d dutifully go over, and he’d tickle us until we were gasping for air! You’d think we’d learn and we probably did, but we’d go anyway!

Then there was the time he was going to pull my loose tooth. As he put a string around the tooth about to be extracted I kept trying to talk to him and couldn’t talk with his big hand in my mouth. He pulled the wrong tooth . . . and then he did what any good grandfather would do and pulled the right tooth! All this with a twinkle in his eye!   . . . and probably holding his tongue right, because he’d tell us you can’t do anything correctly unless you were doing just that!

. . . and no story about my grandfather would be complete unless I mention that he was an awesome candy maker! Not just any candy, mind you, but Coconut Candy! Not Baker’s Coconut, but Hawaiian Coconut! . . . and we thought it was a treat to get to stir it as it cooked! My mouth is watering as I type this!

Henry Lindgren, Bertha von Breyman Lindgren, Catherine Lindgren Sherman
Front Row, L-R: Linda (me!) Priscilla and Bud (WF Sherman, Jr.)

See that twinkle in his eyes? I think this picture was taken on one of our visits to Hilo and it must have been on a Sunday after Church and after going for “Chop Suey” in town, a Sunday tradition when we were there. This picture was taken in front of the large front porch, and that’s me being controlled by my Grandfather . . . or teased, one or the other!

When the time came for retirement a decision was made and they sold the house in Hilo and came back to California. They bought a lot with a barn in Lakeport, and Poppie remodeled it into a wonderful two bedroom home with a great kitchen for Nana and a living room large enough for the grand piano. Rosebushes were in the backyard and the large dictionary had it’s place on it’s stand for Nana. It was a lovely setting and I loved visiting there just as much as I loved visiting Hilo. Why? Because they were there

and Poppie still had that sense of humor and that twinkle in his eyes!

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As you can imagine, it’s getting harder and harder to keep going backwards one generation at a time. Last week my Headstone of the Week was that of my 6th great-grandmother. Since I have not found a grave marker for a 7th great-grandparent I’ve given up going backwards. I will still honor my ancestors, but they will be in no particular order.

This week, I’ll spotlight one of my fourth great grandmothers, Mary Wolf Troup Lemon, daughter of Peter and Elizabeth Grove Wolf. She is buried in Millerstown Cemetery in Perry County next to her second husband, Daniel Lemon.

Millerstown Cemetery, Perry County, Pennsylvania

Mary was born on 29 October 1789, and probably in York County, before the family moved to the Pfouts Valley area in Perry County. I descend from her first marriage to Philip Troup who left her a widow before her 40th birthday. The family stayed pretty well under the radar, but what is known is that Philip was a farmer who owned 130 acres on Juniata River adjacent to his brother Peter, on which he had a log house, log barn, tenant house and other out buildings.  He also had 2 apple orchards on this property.  His will was probated in Orphans Court records dated 1 Jan 1827. Mary was left to raise the  five children as a widow, four of them under 14 years of age.

One of the treasures in my “family collection” is a series of letters back and forth between my great grandmother, Carrie Carvell Niess and her mother’s sister, Julia Ziegler Keim of Perry County. The letters were written in the late 1890’s and early 1900’s when the two of them were researching their family tree, and coincidentally mine. Julia mentions stories from “Grandmother Lemon” and for years I couldn’t figure out how the name Lemon fit into the family or just who this Grandmother was. Finding the Lemons on the 1850 census was what I termed the “AHA! Moment.

Millerstown Cemetery, Perry County, Pennsylvania

Daniel is just “down hill” from Mary, leaning against that tree you see in the edge of the picture of Mary’s stone. The last time we visited the couple, Daniel’s stone was embedded in the tree, and was broken worse than the picture above.

Visiting the cemetery on the edge of this small Pennsylvania town added more “family pictures” to my albums of headstone pictures. In one corner of this cemetery are the Wolfs. This section is only missing Mary’s parents, who are probably there, under years of silt, pine needles and growth. Across from Mary is her younger sister Julia, and her family. This seems to be the “family area.” I looked in vain for Philip Troup’s stone, but alas, it was not to be found. I am fortunate I found Mary’s and that is why I have chosen her to be

My Headstone for the week for week # 8

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The Old Bainbridge  Cemetery, not to be confused with The Bainbridge Cemetery, is behind a Lutheran Church in the heart of Bainbridge, Pennsylvania. Now, it is NOT a Lutheran Cemetery, just on their back lawn. Now, it is NOT on the lawn, however, but carefully cemeted to a slab in the middle of the lawn, and it doesn’t appear it is a part of the Lutheran Church, but a park of sorts.The corner of the lot that the cemetery sits in has a large flagpole, so large I would have had to stand in the street to take a picture of the entire pole. It is dedicated to veterans of Conoy Township who served their country in World War I, II, the Korean Conflict, and to those who “made the supreme sacrifice.” Below that, on the side of the memorial is a more current one honoring those veterans who served in the Vietnam conflict, and the one who lost his life doing so.A little further back is the cemetery, or just the remaining headstones from the cemetery, all neatly saved in a cement slab.The first thing you notice is the memorial dedicated by the American Legion in 1936, honoring the Veterans of Bainbridge.Then the fun starts! The oldest headstone I found was 1819and darling Mary Dunman was only six months old when she died.Many were very difficult to read, this one for an example! I know that she was somebody’s wife, but little else.Catharine died in June of probably 1864 and her headstone was broken off at the time of creation of this cement garden. Her’s is cemented flat on it’s back, and saved!There were several military headstones and Jacob Keener’s was one. They were all fairly easy to read. This was an exciting discovery for me. My ancestor, Anna Maria Disinger Bischof, had a sister, Margaret Elizabeth who married this man! Too bad her headstone wasn’t there. I knew the Vogelsong’s were in Bainbridge, but finding him was like extra-credit in school! I did the Genealogy Happy Dance that family historians are so familiar with!
The Cemetery was transcribed in 1979 and I had a list in hand that I got at LancasterHistory.org to help me read these. I was able to photograph 41 headstones, and posted 47 to Find-a-grave. Six that can’t be read isn’t too bad after 32 winters. To see the others, check out Bainbridge Cemetery on Find-a-grave.

It was a great day, even if I didn’t find Margaret Elizabeth’s headstone!

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Our fourth day on the cruise and second stop was probably one of our two favorites cities on the trip.  We knew absolutely nothing about St. John and for that reason we were pleasantly surprised by all we saw!  St John library

Our first stop was the public library.  We had learned that the public library was close to the dock and they had free internet access.  Princess Cruise line charges a minimum charge of 35 cents a minute.  Now if you log on, and go through all the hoops to get to your e-mail, you can count on blowing several greenbacks before you see your mail.  Wasn’t that important to me!  Free sounded a lot better!

St John Public library was about 1 1/2 blocks from the cruise ship and a pleasant walk.  It is in a mall that has WiFi throughout.  St John is a progressive town, we were to find out!  While waiting for my turn at a computer, we talked to a librarian for awhile.  She told us how to get to the “Old Loyalist Burial Ground” up the street.    Another helpful Canadian!

Walking through town on our way to above referenced cemetery, we came across this watering trough donated to the SPCA in 1882.  It now appears to be a planter, but the structure has remained!SPCA
The walk to the graveyard gave us a chance to see some of the wonderful old architecture that has been preserved in this city. According to the proprietor of a bookstore I was in (of course!) she told me that when the cruise ships started coming to St John they started renovating the city and it has turned into the showcase it is today.St John streetThe bank with red window awnings and the planter of flowers in front is also on the main street leading up to Kings Square, a virtual hub of activity!  While we were there school children were passing through, elderly were sitting on benches watching and people were going through on their way to wherever it was they were going!  We were told by a gentleman we met that the paths were laid out in the shape of a Union Jack by the Loyalists that settled in this area.St John BankWalking directly through the park takes you right into the Old Loyalist Burial Ground. What a treasure they have here! The Burial Ground fell into disrepair in the early 1900’s and through the efforts of the K.C. Irving family, it was restored into the beautiful serene, sanctuary it is today. For more information and exactly what was involved check out the website that the city of St John has on this. Loyalist Burial GroundDividing the old burial areas there are paved walks taking you through the park in whatever direction you are going. Each one is meticously crafted and all meet in the center, close to a beautiful fountain and benches. Burial Ground benchThe first headstone we stopped to read belonged to Samuel Osborne who departed this life June 19th 1835 at the age of 42.   The stone goes on to say that it commemorates the death of his wife and son Samuel.  Notice the wife doesn’t have a name!  The stone says either Samuel, the son, was drowned or both his wife and son were drowned.    What impressed us was the care they had taken with this stone (and many others we were to discover) by bracing each side with steel bars, as shown in the picture below.

Loyalist Burial Ground 1While we were sitting on the bench watching people go from here to there, a man walked up to us and started telling us about his city. He wanted to make sure we saw the sights in his city that he thought were important. He was right. We followed his agenda and went off the beaten path. But I digress, back to the cemetery. One of the things he pointed out was this headstone. He thought it was unusual in the fact that it gave their biographies and told how they died.  This was another stone that was braced with steel on either side.  It is remarkable how well the stones have stood the test of time and are still so readable.

Loyalist Burial Ground Freedlove

Lies the bodies of Mrs
Freelove and Her Only
Child Charles who were
the Wife and son of Capt.
Thos. Elms and were un
fortunately  drowned to
gether on the 8th day of
Sept. 1787 the Mother
in the 40th & the son in the
9th Year of their Ages.

Burial Ground small stone
Among all the tall, proud, old stone, this little one stood out. The gentleman we had met explained that most of the children’s stones were smaller, and most were usually in front of their parents. That was not the case in this instance. We could find no parent’s stone close by.  It appears that Sarah Amelia Taylor died the day after her first birthday.  How sad . . .Old Burial Ground old newThis stone was braced by a newer and larger stone and some of it still remains.  I could not tell who it belonged to, but probably at some time, not too long ago, it was still readable.  I couldn’t help but take a picture of it.  I was fascinated.old burial ground B

This stone covers the wife, two daughters and the only son of William Major. A lot of it is hard to read, including the year Isabella, the wife, died in. What I was wondering was if this was in chronological order. If not, how do you plan for all of these names on a headstone? Was it carved years later? Did they each have their own headstones at one time? From a distance it looks like chicken scratch; up close it is not much better.Burial Grounds old

Although the pictures of the headstones I’ve posted are  relatively easy to read, there were quite a few headstones in this condition.  Layers were flaking off or had already flaked off and the part that had once been carved has been lost to eternity.  Yet the stone still stands as a tribute to one who has walked this earth in the past.  There is beauty even in this condition.
burial ground fall
To prove to us that we did see some colors, this tree seemed to beckon to my camera. We took this cruise thinking it was peak week (and it has been in years past!)  and saw very few trees that were turning. . . until we got of the ship and were 1/2 hour from home!

The journey was not wasted, however!  I found beauty in burial grounds, cemeteries and graveyards that others would not have.

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My headstone of the week was found during our recent travels through the midwest. I found this headstone in Yocum Cemetery in Carroll County, Arkansas. This is indeed evidence that somebody misses their parents immensely! They miss them so much that they have even erected an iron rack to hold extra flowers! The rack is permanent and behind the headstone for James and Jennie DeLozier.

I had never seen anything quite like it and it is the reason it is

Linda’s Headstone of the Week for Week #44.

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This cute kid is standing next to his great-grandfather’s headstone in Hemet, California.  

The grave marker is for my ex-father-in-law, William H. Bowman, and I believe I’ve written about it before.  The birth year shows 1914 when it is actually 1909.  The family never knew his actual age!  It would have been impossible for him to have been born in 1914 since his father died in 1912.  It took his ex-daughter-in-law’s interest in genealogy to uncover this slight discrepancy.  

. . .  and you are probably wondering how I took this picture since I live in Pennsylvania.  Well, I didn’t!  My son, Blaine, took his son, Ellis, to Hemet on Memorial Day to bring flowers to the Bowmans’ final resting place. Bowmans Plural?  That’s right!  Both William Henry and Ruth Hall Bowman are buried here, but her name has never been added to the marker.

Linda’s Headstone of the Week; Week #33

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Klopps Cemetery, Lebanon County, Pennsylvania

Klopps Cemetery, Lebanon County, Pennsylvania

This cemetery has to have some of the most beautiful monuments and headstones that I have ever seen!  This one caught my eye from the car and I practically ran to see it!  It is probably one of the most beautifully carved ones I have ever seen.  Check out the folds in the girl’s skirt and in those ferns!  If you are ever in the area, I would highly recommend a visit to this very old and unique cemetery.  

It was about 20 degrees and I walked this entire cemetery, freezing, but could not pull myself away to get into the warm car!  I must go back in the springtime and really enjoy the beauty here.  Expect to see more pictures from this cemetery on my blog.

Linda’s headstone of the week; week #19

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