All pictures from Mission South were taken by B. Blayney
'How Bright must Heaven now be, Since her birth into it' Lockehill Cemetery-San Antonio Tx.
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Sleeps but rests not Loved but was loved not Tried to please, but pleased not Died as she lived, alone
This was on a marker in Lockehill Cemetery in San Antonio Tx. No date of her death, just her marriages. She chose this herself.
When you are told that I am dead, do not believe it. Walk among the trees and I will speak to you. In the soft, mystery song of the wind; Touch a leaf sprinkled with sunshine and you will be touching me. Pick up a smooth, worn stone and throw it into the sea, That will help you to understand that I am not dead; Whether I am in your hand or in the sea, I am a child of the changing earth, changed and free.
This large headstone quoted above appears to cover 3 plots, Wade was 17 yrs. old when he died and Catherine (beloved of Wade) died 1 yr. later at 19 years old.
To he who passes by, as you are, so once was I; As I am, thou shalt be, So prepare thyself to follow me.
We have all heard of the note some one scribbled on a piece of paper that said:
Guitar and rose on her marker with her photo May 16, 1982 Camp buses were washed away in floodwaters in Texas and the Nation watched in horror as a young girl slipped away from the helicopter rescue and drowned. Her name was Dawn Hamilton and the granite bench that graces her plot has the following poem, duplicated in her handwriting, that she wrote in 1979. Death When someone dies then your depressed For they were alive Now they're at rest But when one dies you shouldn't mourn for when God takes another is born. When the loved one dies you feel all pain the last time is vivid those times will never be again.
Now they're at rest But when one dies you shouldn't mourn for when God takes another is born. When the loved one dies you feel all pain the last time is vivid those times will never be again.
The following all came from San Antonio's Mission Park South. The year the headstone apparently went in will be noted in ( ).
Father (1915) Mother (1933) They steered their course to the same quiet shore. Not parted long- and now to part no more. Ernest & Ernestine Tutschke
He left his home in perfect health He looked so young and brave We little thought how soon he'd be Laid in a soliders grave. from the grave of: Verdo W. Caruthers, July 21, 1893~July 30, 1915
John D. Sweeten, born in Denton, Co. Nov. 14,1862. Was Bitten by a Snake July 16 in Atascosa Co. Died in Sanantonio July 24, 1880. that is how San Antonio is written on the headstone.
At Mission Park South
No Star is ever lost that falls
(1971)
Until the day break and the shadows flee away
(1947)
To live in hearts of others is not to die
(1967)
A very large headstone with the middle in the shape of a shamrock included this text in it. Life is but a brief candle by therefore soon to make the best out of it ~~The Candle Ended~~ For we know tht life is a journey on which we all find joy Heaven is our Heritage, Earth but a player's stage.
Dominique sent this epitpah written my Mark Twain for his daughter, Olivia Susan Clemens, who died August August 18, 1896, age 24.
The photogaph below is Tomb of the Eagles in Scotland. An absolutely interesting site for cemetary history buffs.
Want to visit the grave of Buford Pusser (Walking Tall) just click the link. See the marker for Jack Daniel (whiskey magnate)
I don't know where I got this
And to see some headstones in Europe, Buenous Aires etc. head on to: Capella San Servo
We all know about Roadside memorials but come see Bill's Photographic Documentation.
A link to Epitaph Browser
This story was emailed to me after someone visited this page.~ A doctor who had devoted his life to helping the underprivileged lived over a liquor store in the poor section of a large city. In front of the liqour store was a sign reading: "Dr. Williams is upstairs".
When he died, he had no relatives and he left no money for his burial. He had never asked for payment from anyone he had ever treated. Friends and patients scraped enough money together to bury the good doctor, but they had no money for a tombstone. It appeared his grave was going to be unmarked until someone came up with a wonderful suggestion.
They took the sign from in front of the liquor store and nailed it to a post over his grave. It made a lovely epitaph--"Dr. Williams is upstairs"
These were found in 'The Almanac for Farmers and City Folk' Beneath this stone and not above it, Lie the remains of Anna Lovett Be pleased good reader not to shove it Lest she come again above it. For twixt you and I no one does covet To see again this Anna Lovett
"Here I lie snug As a bug - in- a rug" and in the adjoing plot-- "Here I lie snugger Than that other bugger"
Ellen Shannon aged 26, Girard, Penna: Who was fatally burned March 21, 1870 By the explosion of a lamp Filled with R. E. Danforth's Non-Explosive Burning Fluid
A widow wrote this eptiaph found in a Vermont cemetery- Sacred to the memory of my husband John Barnes who died January 3, 1803 His comely young widow, aged 23, has many qualifications of a good wife, and
Doctor N. Brookin Born in Eastern New York January 24, 1819 Died in Texas by Mexican Violence Slain Oct. 1854 He suffered much through life and murmured not. Tossed no more on life's billion All the scenes of life had fled Found at least a quiet pillow for the weary pilgrim's head seraph angel guard thy bed.
from Stowe, Vermont "I was somebody"
Harry Edsel Smith of Albany, New York Born in 1903--Died 1942 Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way down. It was.
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