Can you read it?
Here’s what it says: Nanie. Dau of WH and Lizzie Clements. Died Nov. 8, 1896. AGE 5 yrs 7 mos. REST IN PEACE.
Breaks your heart, doesn’t it? Here’s another one.
I doubt if you can read this one. The picture is a bird (dove?) with something in its mouth.
Probably still can’t read it. Right?
How about now?
Still a little hard, isn’t it? Here’s what it says: Maxine Robertson. Born and Died Jan. 3, 1901.
Imagine both sets of parents’ aching hearts? I know lots of babies and small children died around the turn of that century, but it couldn’t make losing them any easier.
Here’s something that for me is almost as sad–both tombstones are broken. You can see in the first one, it’s been lying on the ground for so long there’s grass growing between the stone and the base.
The one belonging to Baby Maxine, who was born and died on the same day, is lying flat on top of the base.
I don’t know who is responsible for upkeep of tombstones, especially old ones. What if there’s not any family left to take care of them? What do we do? Just leave them lying on the ground?
Or maybe I could mix up a little concrete and take it with me the next time Carollea and I walk around the cemetery.