|Woodland Cemetery, Dayton, Ohio|
|How I spent my summer....|
I'll try to keep this short and leave out much that would be boring to anyone but me. Therefore, there are no photos of me surrounded by local history books and scribbling notes at the library. I did spend a lot of time using the microfilm machine to view old Dayton newspapers, and found the 1893 death and funeral notice for Roger's 3rd-great-aunt Harriet Norris Snyder. That gave me her address, which I also found in several years' worth of old city directories. By comparing the city directories over the years, I found three addresses where Harriet and her family lived in Dayton.
|Harriet Norris Snyder's former Home|
I'm glad I tried to find her houses on my way home from the library. The first two addresses I found are no longer single-family homes. But, during the last ten years of her life, Harriet lived in the historic Oregon District of Dayton in a lovely 1850 home that still stands and is now on the historic register.
|Gazebo in Park near Harriet's Home|
The next day, while searching for Harriet's tombstone in Woodland Cemetery in Dayton, I came across some interesting graves:
Erma Bombeck's grave...
I have always been a big fan of Dayton native Erma Bombeck. I knew that she had an unusual gravestone. This 29,000-pound rock was brought from near her home in Arizona, where she spent the last 25 years of her life.
There are more than 100,000 Dayton citizens buried in Woodland Cemetery. Here is just one of the large, grand monuments I saw while there:
|Must have been a very important man....|
|Orville, Wilbur, their parents and little brother (who died young) are buried together here.|
The most poignant stone is shown in my opening photo of the boy and his dog. Little Johnny Morehouse was the youngest son of a local cobbler whose shop was located along the Dayton canal. While playing near the canal with his constant companion, his dog, Johnny fell into the canal. His dog pulled him from the water, but he had already drowned. Local legend says that several days after the burial, the dog appeared next to Johnny's grave, staying by it morning, noon, and night.
The 5-foot-tall marble monument shows details like Johnny's top, his ball, his mouth harp and his little cap, all items which were found in his pocket when he drowned.
(Above info from cemetery literature)
While Woodland Cemetery is a local tourist attraction complete with tours...
...my purpose there was to hunt down Harriet Norris Snyder's grave, which I finally found (with a little help from the cemetery office):
Harriet and her husband John Snyder's stones have toppled over and are lying on the ground next to a large tree.
While it was exciting for me to find Harriet's home and grave, the highlight of my trip to Dayton was finding Roger's 3rd-great-grandfather's grave. George Norris (Harriet's brother) was born in 1805 and died young, around 1834. There are no existing Dayton newspapers for 1834 to tell me how he died, and no remaining log cabin or homestead to try to find with my GPS. I spent a whole year just figuring out who Roger's 2nd- and 3rd-great-grandfathers were. I have spent so much time researching George and his family that I was determined to find his grave.
As opposed to the manicured Woodland Cemetery with its castle-like entrance, the Old Greencastle Cemetery where George lies is neglected, overgrown, and now in a bad section of town. Roger didn't want me to go there on my own. I knew he certainly wasn't looking forward to taking me there, so I stopped by the cemetery on my first morning in Dayton, on my way to the library, just to scope it out.
The cemetery was kind of scary-looking, surrounded by tall fencing with a barbed-wire barrier on top and in a sketchy part of town. Some of the grass and weeds were taller than my knees. "Just in case" though, I had brought my hiking boots, shaving cream, mosquito repellant, a plastic scraper and towel (to wipe off shaving cream).
|My cemetery "kit"|
|Catharine's broken, neglected marker face-down in the weeds|
I found Catharine's stone first, now broken and lying face down in the dirt. I brushed off the debris and smeared it with shaving cream so that I could read what was left of the engraving.
The dates are broken off now, and submerged in the ground, but I already knew from cemetery records that she died at age 19 in 1847.
George's stone was still standing, and I again used shaving cream (gently removing it with the plastic scraper), to read his stone and photograph it. I hope wherever George and Catharine are now, that they know at least one person in the world still thinks about them.
While I was doing my own thing in Dayton, Roger stayed behind with the dogs at our spot at Cedarbrook Campground in Lebanon, Ohio. He didn't really have much choice, since I monopolized the car for two very-full days. Right about the time he was thinking about putting things away for us to get ready to leave the next morning, I decided to check my genealogy maps to see if there were other relatives who might have lived nearby.
I saw that my Robison and Parks relatives had once lived in Warren County. When I checked my on-line family tree on Ancestry.com, I realized that both my 5th great-grandfather Joseph Parks and my 4th great-grandfather James Harris Robison were buried in a cemetery only 6 miles from where we were camped! To me that meant only one thing: hop in the car and find them before it got dark.
I carefully broached the subject to Roger, assuring him that I wouldn't be gone long and that he could stay behind and finish what he was doing. He wasn't buying that at all; after hearing about Old Greencastle Cemetery, there was no way he was letting me take off alone to another cemetery, especially when it was already 6:00 and nearing dusk. He definitely wasn't happy about it, but being the awesome hubby that he is, we postponed supper and hopped in the car to find Dick's Creek Presbyterian Cemetery in Turtle Creek Township.
I'm so glad we did! I had no idea so many Robisons and Parks were buried there. It is a very, very old cemetery and in bad shape, but extremely interesting. My 5th gr-gr Joseph Parks had donated the land for the church and cemetery. The church is long gone, but here are a few of the stones we found:
|My 5th great-grandfather Joseph Parks, Revolutionary War Veteran|
There were several Parks and Robison markers with death dates of April of 1814. They all died during an epidemic of the so-called "cold flu", which actually was epidemic cerebral spinal meningitis, brought to the area by returning War of 1812 soldiers. Both of my direct great-grandfathers, (5th) Joseph Parks and (4th) James Harris Robison, succumbed that April of 1814, as well as several other sisters, brothers, husbands and wives.
Who said genealogy was boring?? Certainly not me! Here are a few of the very old stones we saw, most in bad condition at Dick's Creek Presbyterian Cemetery:
We never did find James Harris
Robison, although he is listed
among those buried at Dick's Creek.
We saw several broken stones, and others piled
and stacked. No way to tell which one was James Harris Robison.
|Is this his?|
James Harris Robison fought in the War of 1812; his grave deserves a small flag and a new marker like Joseph Parks', but his location is lost to the ages.
My imagination was running wild...what was it like to live in frontier Ohio in 1814? Or, for that matter, in still-frontier Ohio in 1834 like George Norris? I feel more research coming on. Google is my friend!
From Southeastern Ohio we are heading to Arkansas to visit three Arkansas state parks on our slow ride back to Texas.
To end this blog entry on a lighter note, the pet picture of the day is one of this summer's favorites of Tequila, my quirky little girl.
|Just gotta rest my head....|