Let’s try again.
I’ve worried over where this cemetery is like a dog over a bone. Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw.
I GPSed (look! new word!) the coordinates that my nephew found again from a website where some fellers GPSed all the cemeteries in SC, once again using google maps. It still led me off way northwest of Garnett into a barren-looking area, keeping in mind that it’s still not the correct name for the cemetery. It’s listed as Old Lawtonville. There’s only one Lawtonville Cemetery. I asked one family who’s lived in that area *forever*, and they are as puzzled as I am over the Old and New Lawtonville listings.
So I went to bed.
The next day, it occurred to me that Mulberry Grove is the plantation that the graveyard is supposed to be on. And Mulberry Grove is in an area known as Pineland. And didn’t I see something about Pineland being in both Hampton and Jasper County? Crap, I’m in the wrong county.
So I looked in Jasper County, and scrolled down the webpage to “Lawton, Colonel”. You can find it, too, by clicking here. Then click on the “M” that is underlined, and that will take you to the map.
Then I made a google map with driving directions from Sugar’s house to the cemetery, and it’s less than 20 miles, and almost due north.
Today we drove out, and found it. I took photos of most of the headstones. The ones that I am specifically looking for are for Mama Florrie’s father’s people, Betty Gant and Hagar Gant. They don’t have headstones. There are a lot of depressions in the ground.
I know that people were buried there because I’ve seen their death certificates on http://www.ancestry.com.
Do you realize what this means?
I think I’m going to have to start a blog and post all the death certificates for people who don’t have headstones at Colonel Lawton Cemetery. Well, that sounds totally nuts.
The road separated the cemetery into two sections. We supposed that the one to our left was the black section.
Do you see the marker in the left foreground that has been overtaken by the azalea bush that someone planted as a memorial?
Now we’ve crossed over to the other section, which we believe to be white. (Foreshadow: we are wrong.)
Just past the cemetery is a farm gate. Private road, no trespassing. We are sorely tempted. The gate is open.
We look back and see Ole Yeller waiting faithfully for us, so we turn back.
Now, google maps shows that this is State Road 27-27 and it intersects with Gillison Branch Road, so we drive over to Gillison Branch and try to sneak in another way. Really, what are we looking for? We’ve already found the cemetery.
It seems that Mr. Morel is one ahead of us.
So, what do I call the new blog…