In the Silver Spring Presbyterian Churchyard, previous pastors still watch over the flock.
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Posted in Morbid Musings, tagged cincinnati, harrisburg, harrisburg cemetery, mechanicsburg, names, ohio, pennsylvania, silver spring meeting house, silver spring presbyterian church, spring grove cemetery on October 23, 2016 | Leave a Comment »
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.
Florence Nightingale Houck lies in Harrisburg Cemetery.
Ulysses S. Grant Fisher is buried in Silver Spring Presbyterian Churchyard.
Posted in Dead Men Do Tell Tales, tagged consort, euclid, first presbyterian church cemetery, language, mechanicsburg, ohio, pennsylvania, silver spring meeting house, silver spring presbyterian church on October 22, 2016 | Leave a Comment »
I’ve always been a big fan of language and enjoyed learning about how it develops. If you followed this blog in its first incarnation, you know that I’m particularly fascinated by some of the archaic words and phrases you can find on tombstones.
One of my favorite examples of old language is the use of “consort” in place of “wife” when the wife predeceased the husband.
Posted in Cemetery Sculpture, Symbolism, tagged mechanicsburg, pennsylvania, silver spring meeting house, silver spring presbyterian church, sun, sunshine, symbolism, symbols on October 21, 2016 | Leave a Comment »
I’m fairly certain that the symbol on top of this stone is a sunrise, and if so, it’s hard to imagine a more fitting representation of the family’s faith.
Our society perceives sun and sunshine as almost overwhelmingly positive. It is a powerful symbol of belief in an afterlife of hope and comfort.
Transcription: ERECTED BY THE STATE OF PENNSYLVANIA IN MEMORY OF WILLIAM DENNING, THE PATRIOTIC BLACKSMITH AND FORGER OF WROUGHT-IRON CANNON DURING THE REVOLUTIONARY WAR BORN 1737 DIED 1830
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.
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.