We stopped at the Murray Cemetery to put flower on (my favorite) grandparents' grave. Grandpa's dad was buried there too. I had a picture of Fred and Fredee by Fred and Fredrick's graves. We also found a half buried marker of a baby. Dad had to dig with his pocket knife cut away the sod that had grown over it. Her name was Alta and she must have died at birth. She might be my grandpa's half-sister. I've come away from this whole weekend with the realization of how important the information on a gravestone is. I've decided I'm not to worried about funeral services or caskets, but I'm going to have good information on my headstone.
Our last stop was the Salt Lake Cemetery up in the Avenues. It's a big cemetery and we all thought we could find it if we went in the general direction. When we were just about to give up, we asked a man on the street if he knew where it was. We noticed that he was shutting the trunk to a car with North Carolina plates. He told us, in a southern drawl, that he wasn't from around these parts, and the only cemetery that he knew of was the one right over there (1/2 a block away). We found it.
Fredee went into the office for help finding Great, Great Grandma Lucy Sear Cowley, who crossed the plains after crossing the Atlantic. I think she is my grandma who pulled her husband across the plains in a handcart because he had injured his leg. I need to find out for sure. I also need to identify the other Cowley's who are her cemetery neighbors.
John Taylor's Grave - SLC |
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