Comments: Tombs.....

Wonder if he's this guy?:

Near the bottom of page 11. He once wrote a letter to then-Governor John Sevier in 1800.

Posted by Harvey on June 23, 2007 09:54 AM

We live in my dh's great-great grandparents house. Although they are buried in the village church yard, there is a graveyard in the middle of our soybean field. You can no longer read the stones. They are documented, there are records in the Munic office and the library.

Love old graveyards.

S.

Posted by farmwifetwo on June 23, 2007 09:58 AM

Posts like these are almost magical to a certain extent.
Part voyeur, looking over your shoulder as you type. Part historian, discovering the past, and making it come alive once again. Part explorer, discovering somebody new and intriguing, as we have with Mr. Lavender.
I bet he has some stories.
Thanks

Posted by Dick on June 23, 2007 11:18 AM

The graveyards around Charleston are beyond belief. Standing looking at the grave of some of the founding fathers will fill a person with awe .History is an ass kicker.

Posted by james old guy on June 23, 2007 12:12 PM

Interesting - and how is it that the marker remains on the tomb?? It doesn't even look attached.

I am fascinated by old cemetaries - though I plan to be cremated and scattered to the winds... So there's that.

Posted by Richmond on June 23, 2007 01:29 PM

Interesting stuff, dude.

Posted by Cappy on June 23, 2007 04:55 PM

John Lavender doesn't have any named decendants in the area because he still walks the earth... at night... feasting on the blood of mortals.

The town, the businesses around there provided him with fodder, sustenance for years, but he soon grew weary of his unchallenging cattle. You have disturbed the first place he rested, though he does not spend the daylight hours there now. Be wary at dusk if the wind suddenly carries a soft, evergreen scent with a slight floral hint. He will be coming for you.

Posted by RSM on June 24, 2007 06:56 AM

rsm... you are bad. heh.

Posted by Jean on June 24, 2007 09:42 AM

Not to sound like a snooty art critic, but I love the heck out of the dichotomy that is your fancy shmanchy 21st century Sylvia against the backdrop of that old zombie-infested tree growing inside decrepit building. Amazing they even had appliances around the time that building was built. It looks like it predates dirt.

Posted by Erica on June 24, 2007 12:09 PM

Sounds like some of the things seen by William Least Heat Moon in his book Blue Highways. Recommended reading if you haven't already.

Posted by Rey B on June 24, 2007 04:09 PM

Just one of the reasons I love genealogy. Glad I'm not the only one who likes to wander through Gardens of Stone.

Posted by Lemon Stand on June 24, 2007 06:07 PM

When we lived in New England, the local Boot Hill was populated with a remarkable number of graves dating back to the early eighteenth century and before. The history of the nascent USA was written there in those stones, marking as they did the final resting places of people who had fought in WWII, WWI, the Spanish-American War, the "Late Unpleasantness," on back to the American Revolution. There were a handful of stones that bore inscriptions dating from the late 1600's.

As I would look at those grave-markers, I would always wonder about those laid beneath them. What were their lives like? And what would they think of us, denizens of the shadowy World of the Far Future?

Geez, I oughta blog about this someday...

Posted by Elisson on June 24, 2007 06:46 PM

I love looking through old cemeteries. Looking at the names and the dates. I always try to imagine what the person did in their life and what they looked like.

Posted by Contagion on June 25, 2007 07:09 PM