The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 12,000 times in 2013. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 4 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
Sugar said that his mother always took flowers to the cemetery for Easter and Christmas. Lilies at Eastertime, and poinsettias for Christmas, even when the money was dear. It was something that was important to her, and she managed somehow.
Because we don’t have holiday traditions like most people, we go to the graveyards. I thought there would be tours going about the cemetery, what with families gathering for the holiday and perhaps escaping the hectic season.
We start at Bonaventure at the William Starr Basinger plot.
No tourists at all, just us, traipsing around.
We went over to see beautiful Corinne Elliott Lawton. The internet searches for her that lead people to this blog have slowed down, so perhaps the lies told about her have slowed a bit. If you are interested in reading more about her, you can do a search for her on this blog.
Hey, Corinne, I’ve got your back.
Then we drove over to Laurel Grove. Sugar places the poinsettias, then adjusts them several times. Every year, every season, every time, he fiddles with it to get it just right.
Merry Christmas to all people, living and dead.
After taking a photograph of every.single.marker in Solomons Cemetery, we got back in the van and drove further along the lane to find Breeler Field.
Breeler Field is big, so only a few photos were taken for Reader Maureen, who is researching the Beckett family.
And because Mama Florrie’s father was a Gant, I took a photo of the only Gant I saw, not knowing if/how this Gant fits into Mama Florrie’s family.
That’s Breeler Field. Easy to find, and full of stories.
A field trip was in order.
I saw on google maps that Breeler Field and Solomons are on the same little road, not far apart. So this, of course, makes me wonder why two cemeteries would be so close together. One black, one white?
Sugar noticed how the sign for Breeler Field Cemetery had been duct-taped to the road sign for “Solomon Something or Other”.
Not too far down the lane, we saw the Solomons Cemetery on the right. The left side of the cemetery faced the lane. The front of the cemetery, the gate, and all the graves faced east.
We ducked under the spider and her web that was stretched across the entrance.
It’s too bad the spider web didn’t show up in the photo. It was magnificent. You can see how far apart the supports were, and she had filled it up with web.
So I started taking photos of all the tombstones, since it was a small cemetery, and I moved along pretty fast. Stop, point, shoot, walk, stop, point, shoot, walk. I’ve learned that as long as the focus is good, I can edit the photos in the computer before I post them here, on findagrave.com, and/or on FaceBook.
SACRED
to the memory
of
SAUL SOLOMONS
who died on the 1st March 1843
in about the 72nd year of his age.
He was Born in Leipsic,
Germany
but for upwards of the last 50 years
he has resided in Colleton
and Beaufort Districts
about 45 of which in the latter.
SACRED
to the memory of
SARAH ROSOMOND
Daughter of Wm P. SOLOMONS
who departed this life
on the 12th Dec. 1857
In the 22nd year of her age.
She was the last of a useful family
and her death cast universal gloom
in the community in which she lived.Leaves have their time to fall
And flowers to wither at the north winds breath
And stars to set – but all,
Thou hast all seasons for thine own, oh! Death.
And then I think of one who in
Her youthful beauty died
The fair meek blossom that grew up
And faded by my side.
In the cold moist earth we laid her
When the forest cast the leaf
And we wept that one so lovely
Should have a life so brief.
Yet not unmeet, it was that one
Like that young friend of ours
So gentle, and so beautiful
Should perish with the flowers.
On to Breeler Field!
I’ve written a lot about the Lawtons. To be sure, I’ve written about the “Southern” Lawtons. This line is traced back, most probably, to Cheshire in England. Imagine my surprise when I received an email that offered a Lawton Family Bible for Stephen Lawton.
So of course, I call Sugar immediately to tell him of this wonder. I tell him the Bible belonged to Stephen Lawton, and who was he? The person with the Bible is one of Sugar’s cousins, and she wants to arrange for a transport to get the Bible to me so that I can get it to Sugar.
Indeed, who was he?
He’s not in Annie Miller’s “Our Family Circle”. And Stephen is not a Southern Lawton name.
Now we have a mystery that might not be solvable. I contacted a Northern Lawton who has written about the Northern Lawtons for years. He confirmed that Stephen Lawton is indeed a Northern Lawton.
So how did this Bible end up in the South with Southern Lawtons? I’ll spell it out clearly.
*We’re not sure.*
The Bible was most probably living in Charleston with another Southern Lawton cousin, who may or may not have known that Stephen Lawton was not a Southern Lawton. She passed away over ten years ago, and the Bible entered into the possession of another cousin who lives in Tennessee, who then recently transported it to her sister in Savannah, who then contacted me to get the Bible to Sugar. But how did the Bible get to Charleston?
Theories welcome. And in the meantime, here’s the Family Bible of Stephen Lawton. I’m sorting out a family tree in an effort to find descendants. This Bible has an amazing collection of family history.
When you get a chance, do an internet search using the terms “Jacob R. Berriman 1796 Bible.”
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