We paid our respects and moved on...to the wrong cemetery (woops, I should have printed the big map with the full intersection), we ended up in The Cedar Hill cemetery. But Pop straightened me out and over to East Cedar Hills we went!
I was able to transcribe what it says:
In Memory Of
Isabella wife of
Born Sep 22 1852
Died Nov 8 1894
Died Feb 1 1928
Aged 76 years
So, Isabella was buried first. And the headstone lists her birthdate, which I didn't have before, just the year! Jackpot! Then Robert Black and Anna Black both buried on the same day in 1900, he was only 15 months and she was just 13 months. I did some digging and these are 2 children of Isabella and Augustus. He actually died in 1875 and she died in 1886. Their death certificates say they were buried in North Cedar Hill, but they must have been moved to be with their mother. William Black was then buried here in 1907 at age 28. He died of pneumonia. This was another child of Isabella and Augustus. Pop's father, Augustus Black was buried here in 1928, No birthday for him, though! The records indicate that he died of Nephritis, which is a disease of the kidneys. And while the record indicates that he was 75, the tombstone says 76. Pop Black, Mervyn Black Sr., was buried here in 1958 at age 82. The record says that he died of senility. The last person listed in the record is no longer a mystery. Her name is "Sallie (aka Sarah) Price". She died in 1969 and was 87 years old. I just figured out who she is. She is the last child of Augustus and Isabella, born Sarah M Black.
This is a close-up of the lower front part of the monument. You can see that the different parts are twisted a bit. Of course, my Dad tried to twist them back, but couldn't budge em! I wonder if there was more decoration on the part just above the "BLACK" name?
In this picture, I tried to capture the design that I saw in the upper part of the monument. It looks like it was a line of daisy-like flowers all the way around the monument.
This is another stone at the foot of the grave. The material matches the monument and I suspect that it's partially buried and may have something written on it, like the family name again. My Dad says he will bring a shovel next time!
So, while the weather was not great, me and my Dad had a nice morning. The best part is, he tells stories about the people that he remembers. He is hoping I can locate his cousin, Jimmy Black, Uncle Elmer's son. He thinks he lives down the shore somewhere. Plus, now, we have a few more people to take flowers to at Easter!