As a student of local history and an avid genealogist, I have a “thing” for cemeteries. I love to find them, visit them, and learn the stories of each property and its inhabitants. Early in my own family history journey I found an obituary for my would-be aunt, one of three of my mother’s siblings who died in childhood. The simple announcement stated she was buried in our city’s oldest and largest cemetery, but her name wasn’t on any published l…
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