I have been hanging out in Oak Grove Cemetery a lot lately. We buried my parents' ashes there last month, on my grandmother's grave. I've been back to photograph a couple of times.
Since one of my research goals is to thoroughly annotate my great great grandfather, John Jay Johns', journal, the cemetery is a good reference to who was living in St. Charles at the time.
When I walk around in Oak Grove, I recognize names everywhere. Sometimes it seems like I am related to everyone there, however distantly. It's not true, of course, but I see names everywhere I recognize. I suspect that the names I recognize were mostly Presbyterians.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
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