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I’ve written several times before about the association between sleep and death, and these tombstones exemplify another association – not only are the deceased characterized as being in slumber, but they are sleeping safely with their Savior, Jesus Christ. The families of the dead must have taken solace from this perspective on death and what comes after.

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When a tombstone includes someone’s real name, it can be revealing. I particularly like when the individual is named for someone famous.

In Cincinnati’s Spring Grove Cemetery, you can find the grave of Thomas Jefferson Henderson.

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Florence Nightingale Houck lies in Harrisburg Cemetery.

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Ulysses S. Grant Fisher is buried in Silver Spring Presbyterian Churchyard.

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When my mother and stepfather married, they rented the Kanaga House, a colonial home that was converted to a bed & breakfast.  I wanted to write a great deal more about the house, because the bed & breakfast website had a lovely history of the house, and each of the bedrooms was named for a member of the Kanaga family, but that information is no longer available on the web.

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A few scant miles away, members of the Kanaga Family are buried in the Silver Spring Presbyterian Church yard.  I’m sure there were other stones that I missed.

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Anyone who has read my blog knows that I am fascinated by names.

I’ve not encountered the name Wreathel before, and it seems to be obscure enough that even the baby name sites don’t invent an origin for it. A few women with this name popped up in my search, but not many. Maybe I’ll find more later.

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Kazimiera is the feminine version of the Slavic name Kazimierz (usually Anglicized Casimir).

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My cemetery alphabet game continues.

The Dusenburys are in Chester Township Cemetery.

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The Eidam monument is in Warrensville East Cemetery.

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The Fitch family is buried in Spring Grove Cemetery in Cincinnati, Ohio.

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I’ve decided to play a game with myself. I’m going to search my photo archives for tombstones with large capital letters and find the entire alphabet.

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I stopped by Ray Chapman’s grave last weekend to see what the latest offerings were. The Cleveland Indians’ Chappie has been gone for 93 years, and yet, still the pilgrims come to see his grave and pay their respects.

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I found two particularly interesting names when I visited Big Spring Presbyterian Cemetery. The first one, Abbidora, I can’t find anything about online. Now, not everything is on the internet (gasp!) but when I did a Google search for the name, the only Abbidora I found was…this one, on a cemetery transcription project website. I’m guessing that it’s probably a compound name made from two more common names, but that’s just an assumption.

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Fleeta is also an unusual name where I live, but not nearly so obscure. All the baby names websites that track name popularity in history showed that “Fleeta” appeared on the top 1000 baby names in the United States in the 1890s. (Not high up in the top 1000, mind you – it was definitely towards the bottom.) With it being less popular, none of them I checked even attempted to provide a meaning.

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William

So help me out here. I’ve been trying to figure out the name of the farm where this young man died.  I think it’s a capitalized proper noun.  If it helps to know, this photograph is from Spring Grove Cemetery in Cincinnati, and the year of death is 1822, so the location would have existed in the early days of Cincinnati or the outlying areas.

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Wagner

I know exactly why I took this photograph. “Whitey” was not just Lewis Wagner’s nickname, it was also my maternal grandfather’s. I’ve posted before about how fascinating I find names, and that includes nicknames. I suppose my grandfather could have gotten the name “Whitey” from a brief period of time where he had white hair, but the photos I have seen of him indicate he began losing his hair fairly young and took the same approach my middle brother has to the problem – purposely buzzing or shaving the remaining hair makes it much less obvious how much of it has disappeared.

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