✞ NOTE TO ADMINS:

✝︎ January, 2026: *** I am still an active member of FG

~ VACCINES SAVE LIVES ~ Just read all of the many children's death records and obituaries, those dated before we had vaccines, to understand this. TRUST SCIENCE.

'Tis true . . .

That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"   

 And its hero, the Conqueror Worm. ~Edgar Allen Poe

TO THOSE CITING PUTNAM CO., ILLINOIS NEWSPAPERS, be aware of the following:

1. The Putnam Record was founded in the 1800s, in Hennepin, Illinois
2. The Granville Echo was founded by W. E. Hawthorne, in 1903, in Granville, Illinois
3. In 1926, W. E. Hawthorne acquired The Putnam Record, merged it with The Granville Echo, and named the newly merged paper the Putnam County Record, located in Granville, Illinois
4. NOTE: The newspaper published in Hennepin NEVER had the word "County" in its title. Both of the two original newspapers' titles included the word "The," which was capitalized. The title of the merged newspaper, Putnam County Record, did NOT include the word "The." An easy way to keep this straight is by remembering that all three of these newspapers' titles were just three words each.
5. The Granville Echo and the subsequent Putnam County Record were published by the Hawthorne Family for over 70 years before a series of later owners and now, in its currently diminished state, is published by Shaw Media.
6. Please support your local newspapers, whatever the quality. When they are gone, it will be much harder to keep abreast of local news and your local leaders will have leave to do whatever they want. Tis true that "Democracy dies in darkness." ~Washington Post

~Only I am entitled to my time and as a volunteer here, I donate it at my own discretion. Thank you for respecting my time, as I will respect yours.~

BEING KIND & FAIR MATTERS

Which should go without saying

BE GENEROUS

~Gravestone photos don't merit copyright, no matter how good you think they are. (Disclaimer: This to be construed as my personal opinion, not copyright law.)

~Family members do (most times) merit transfers!

BE APPRECIATIVE

If someone spends their own money on gas and takes time out of their day to drive to a cemetery to take and post a gravestone photo per your request, it would be nice of you to take 30 seconds out of your day to send a thank-you message via their profile. Likewise, if someone has spent time posting and possibly also enhancing a memorial and then transfers it to you per your request, you could spend 30 seconds to send a thank-you. If you passively act entitled (i.e. don't bother sending a thank-you), you may expect that I might not be so generous the next time.

SOURCES: When sending info for inclusion on memorials I have entered, please include your source (where you found it, or how you know it). This is important. If I think the info is questionable, I might not add it, or will note who sent it to me. I decline to perpetuate errata and will NOT post anything from an unreliable source.

TRANSFERS: As of 05/10/25, I will NOT transfer memorials to anyone (outside of the required FG guidelines) who does not know how to include the words "please" and "thank you" with their request. Yes, I'm an old crank, but learn how to use good manners. It will get you a lot further in life. That said: Family belongs with family! Aside from my own family, close friends, and some special exceptions, I do not hoard memorials. Requests for your family and friends will all be considered individually. If I am even remotely related, I will not transfer, unless the guidelines dictate doing so. I will keep my friends, unless your relationship is significantly closer. If you don't understand FG protocol, or pull shady tactics, I will decline your request/demand for transfer(s). NOTE: If you do not transfer out of guidelines, then do not ask me to do so for you. If you are not within guidelines for required transfers AND have made no significant contributions to FG, or have not enhanced the memorials that you manage, then don't ask for transfers, either, as I cannot trust that you are a serious member. All transfer requests should be made via the memorial(s). If you need assistance doing this, please review the "Help" section, which may be clicked on and accessed at the bottom of every FG page. Etiquette (aka "good manners") is not out of style. If I have transferred a memorial to you, a thank-you note in return is appreciated. I have spent my own time, possibly considerable, entering your family member's memorial and it will only take you a moment to acknowledge that. Thank you.

VETERAN MEMORIALS:

Use of rank/rating is reserved for those who retire (20+ years of service), or die while in service (active duty). Officers and enlisted personnel who resign their rank/rating are prohibited from using them as a part of their name after their service.

Source: The Official Guide to Names, Titles, & Forms of Address

U.S. Army ranks during World War II were not abbreviated the same as they currently are today having all letters capitalized. Rather, only the first letter was capitalized, followed by the rest of the abbreviated word in the lower case, and a period to indicate it as being an abbreviation. In some cases, two or more letters were capitalized with a slash mark after the first letter to indicate that there was more than one word in the full title of the rank. (Example: Technical Sergeant = T/Sgt.) Source: Wikipedia

WHO IS CONSIDERED A U.S. VETERAN?

Find a Grave Support Center defines a veteran as

A person who has served in the armed forces. This designation recognizes and honors their service and allows for all those who served to be easily searched for on the site. Use the veteran designation as appropriate according to the customs and culture of the individual being memorialized.

United States Department of Veteran Affairs states:

The term "veteran" means a person who served in the active military, naval, or air service, and who was discharged or released therefrom under conditions other than dishonorable.

A Reservist or member of the National Guard called to Federal active duty or disabled from a disease or injury incurred or aggravated in line of duty or while in training status also qualify as a veteran.

The term "Armed Forces" means the United States Army, Navy, Marine Corps, Air Force, and Coast Guard, including the reserve components thereof.

U.S. National Guard Website states:

"Anyone [in the Reserves] who has reached 20 years of service, even if they were never activated on a [federal] order for more than 180 days outside of training, [is] considered a veteran."

VETERAN DEATHS KEY:

Type of Casualty:

***Killed in Action: Includes those killed at the front or by enemy action, or if a prisoner of war, by aerial bombardment of the prison camp or by being shot while escaping

***Died of Wounds: Wounded in action and later died of those wounds

***Died of Injuries: Those who suffered fatal injuries, as opposed to wounds, in combat or in combat areas

***Died (Non-Battle): All other line-of-duty deaths, including illness, homicide or suicide, and accidents outside combat areas

***Finding of Death: Pursuant to Public Law 490 (77th Congress) as amended, the Secretary of War determined that there was either conclusive proof that the person is dead, or overwhelming evidence that the person could not have remained alive under the circumstances.

***Missing

~Credit to FG member # 48445240 for this key

NOT THE SAME—RE BRONZE STARS:

The difference between a Bronze Star Medal and a Bronze Service/Battle Star:

There is a growing trend in the obituaries of deceased veterans. All too often, the obituary indicates the veteran was awarded three, four, or sometimes even five bronze stars. Although it is possible, it is highly unlikely since even the most decorated veteran of World War II, Audie Murphy, was awarded "only" two Bronze Star Medals.

THE Bronze Star Medal is awarded for meritorious service or acts of valor while serving in combat operations. The Bronze Star is the fourth-highest combat award of the U.S. Armed Forces and the ninth-highest military award (including combat and non-combat) in order of precedence of U.S. Military decorations. The star on the Bronze Star is approximately 1-1/2 inches.

Bronze Service Stars, which are also referred to as campaign stars, battle stars or engagement stars, denote participation in a particular military campaign or engagement. Multiple stars generally indicate the recipient was engaged in multiple campaigns or served a particular length of time for each star. It is important to note that service stars, unlike the Bronze Star, are not individual medals. Service stars are attached to the ribbon of a particular campaign medal and are approximately 3/16th of an inch.

Source: Excerpt from article published on thetelegraph.com, by Larry Trent, East Alton, December 16, 1913

PHOTO SUGGESTIONS: Get in close! A small border of "white space" makes a nice "frame," but filling the photo mostly with the grave marker better serves the objective, especially with flat ground markers. Stand back! Posting a broad shot of the grave, or family plot, can help others with location. Don't cut it short! Family members 500 miles away would likely wish to see the entire monument, not just the inscription. Check for reflections! Smooth granite markers act like mirrors and it doesn't look very nice, if your form is visible in the photo. Try shooting from a a bit of an angle, or stand back far enough to eliminate your reflection and then zoom in with your camera. Be aware! It doesn't look very nice, either, if your tennis shoes, kids, dogs, car, etc. end up in the photo. Clean grave markers make for better photos, too. Consider photographing after a good rain shower to minimize having to photograph bird droppings. It seems safe enough, brush off leaves, or grass clippings, with your hand—no use of stiff, damaging brushes! Above all, please just do your best to take nice photos, as you would wish for your own family.

Note: If the person's grave has no marker, please at least add a photo of the area where the grave is located and include nearby landmarks. A photo that is utterly just a rectangle of green grass is meaningless. Including the surrounding view helps one imagine being at the grave.

MY PHOTOS: Those of gravestones and cemeteries, may be used without my permission, EXCEPT on any site which requires an exchange of money. There is no need to give me credit and, in fact, I would prefer that you don't. However, please do not post one of my original photos to a Find A Grave memorial yourself. Politely make a request and I will gladly add, if appropriate.

CAUSES OF DEATH are a matter of public record. If you are related to an individual who has a cause of death posted in their memorial, and you are disturbed by the posting of that cause, I will remove it, upon polite request.

I sometimes get behind in doing corrections, updates, etc. Your patience is appreciated. Please remember that edits take time, no one is entitled to my time, and demands are wholly unappreciated (please refer to above). If you can't wait, you may send the edit request to Find A Grave.

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TRIVIA:

Coimetromania (Ko-metro-MANE-ia): An abnormal attraction and desire to visit cemeteries.

Placophilia: An obsessive love of tombstones

Taphophile: A person who is interested in cemeteries, funerals, and gravestones.

Fun with Names: Do you know . . .

~Wojciech, or Wojcziech (Polish) = Adalbert (Old High German) = Albert (Germanic)

~Jno. is an abbreviation for John

~Polly is a diminutive (a term of endearment used as a nickname) for Mary

~Stanisław (Polish)= diminuative Staś = Stanley (Germanic)

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MORE DEFINITIONS & SPELLINGS:

"Cemetery" has 3 "e's" and no "a's," just like the "EEEK!" you shriek, upon seeing a ghost in the cemetery.

"Entombment" . . . En tomb ment . . . placing a body (with, or without a casket), usually, or sometimes ashes (in a cask, or urn), in a tomb, or crypt, whether in a mausoleum, a cathedral, a pyramid, or a cave. A tomb can be an enclosed space of varying dimensions above, or below ground. A crypt is usually just room for one.

"Inter" and "Interment" are for ashes and bodies in the ground after death.

"Intern" and "Internment" are for cheap labor and confinement above ground while alive.

"Inurnment" . . . In urn ment . . . placing ashes in an urn. It could mean placing a body in an urn, but it would have to be a really big urn. If the urn is buried, it then becomes an act of interment (NOT internment—see above). Sometimes "inurnment" means burying the urn, in which the ashes were inurned, or placing the urn in a niche (a small crypt, pronounced "neesh"), which were explained above under "interment," and "entombment."

"Inurement" is illegal personal benefit from a non-profit agency that will get you buried by the I.R.S. This could result in "internment," and might be worse than "interment."

Confused yet???

Eval E"val ([=e]"val), a. [L.aevum lifetime, age, eternity.] Relating to time or duration. [Obs.] [1913 Webster].

~The Collaberative International Dictionary of English v.0; see memorial # 84897681

Evoluble a. Obs. rare–1. [f. as if ad. L. *ēvolūbilis, f. ēvolvĕre:see EVOLVE. Cf. VOLUBLE.] Rolling swiftly away. 1

1667.  H. More, Div. Dial. (1713), 558. That Life which is consumed by an evoluble succession. 2

~World English Historical Dictionary

Heptagram, Septagram, or Seven-pointed Star in the context of Christianity, is often referred to as the "Seal of Soloman," or the "Star of the Maggi," symbolizing the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit and the seven virtues. It may also symbolize the Seven Days of Creation in the Book of Genesis. Glass representations observed applied to late 19th and early 20th century monuments are typically purple, presumably the manganese in the originally clear glass having changed the glass' color after years of exposure to the sun's ultra violet light.

S. P., an abbreviation for "Świętej Pamięci," inscribed at the top of some Polish gravestones, stands for "In Holy Remembrance" (the literal translation being "Of Holy/Saint Memory")

S. A. T. C., also known as Student Army Training Corps, was a federal program on college campuses that replaced the R. O. T. C. during WW I. Enlisting in the program exempted young men from being immediately drafted. SATC members were considered members of the Army. The government did not immediately call members of the SATC to the colors, until their number would have been reached under the Selective Service Regulations, or until he had finished the program, or any urgent military reason necessitated their services.

V. R. C., also known as Veterans Reserve Corps (originally the Invalid Corps), was a U.S. military reserve organization created within the U.S. Union Army during the American Civil War to allow partially disabled, or otherwise infirmed soldiers (or, former soldiers), to perform light duty, freeing able-bodied soldiers to serve on the front lines. ~Wikipedia

W. R. C., also known as Woman's Relief Corps, is a charitable organization in the United States, originally founded as the official women's auxiliary to the Grand Army of the Republic (GAR) in 1883. The organization was designed to assist the GAR and provide post-war relief to Union veterans.

Watertown was a euphemism for Illinois Western Hospital for the Insane, which was located near Watertown, Illinois. The cemetery there is known as Resthaven Cemetery, Rest Haven Cemetery, State Hospital Cemetery, East Moline State Hospital Cemetery, Watertown State Hospital Cemetery, Illinois State Hospital Cemetery, and Illinois Western Hospital Cemetery.

Inactive Cemetery

41 deg 31 min 42 sec N Lat. 90 deg 24 min 11 sec W Long.

Sec 29, Twp 18 N R 1 E

Cemetery is in East Moline, IL. From IL Hwy 84 (Martin Luther King Dr) go west 1.2 miles on 3rd Ave (road will curve to south and become 4th Ave) to 36th St. Cemetery on the southwest corner of 4th Ave and 36th St.

TERM GRAVES (posted with consent from the profile of Find A Grave member Tombstone Tourist, # 48568767):

Term Graves at Resurrection in Justice, Cook County, IL

Sections E, F, G, H, MM, NN were all used for term graves until the mid-1950s when the practice ceased. These graves never had a stone placed because the grave was never paid off by the purchaser. The decedents remains were never moved from the term graves. The result is a potter's field of no stones. Sections NN and H were used for stillborn, infant, and child burials. Sections E, F, G, and MM were used for adult burials. Term graves are no longer permitted in Chicago Archdiocese cemeteries. Term graves at Resurrection can be located by the groundskeepers via special request with the office. If your intention is to obtain a photo of the unmarked plot, please contact the office first to have them put an orange cone and/or stick in the area denoting the unmarked grave.

Term Graves at St. Adalbert in Niles, Cook County, IL

Term graves at this cemetery were laid over with new burials following a period in the mid-1950s where families had the option to move their loved ones to a burial space that included a marker. Former term graves at St. Adalbert's are now designated as different section names (e.g., MA is now Section 5) making it only possible to know the general area where the decedent is buried. Section MG is the only exception as it's presently used for children's burials. Curiously, the detailed maps of these former term grave sections have gone missing and only a general map of what they're now named exists. Any section at St. Adalbert's that is a letter it automatically a former term grave area. These areas cannot be located because the bodies are under modern day burials.

Numbers by Degrees:

Self 1

Parents 2

Grandparents 4

Great-Grandparents 8

2nd Great-Grandparents 16

3rd Great-Grandparents 32

4th Great-Grandparents 64

5th Great-Grandparents 128

6th Great-Grandparents 256

7th Great-Grandparents 512

8th Great-Grandparents 1,024

9th Great-Grandparents 2,048

10th Great-Grandparents 4,096

11th Great-Grandparents 8,192

12th Great-Grandparents 16,384

13th Great-Grandparents 32,768

14th Great-Grandparents 65,536

15th Great-Grandparents 131,072

16th Great-Grandparents 262,144

17th Great-Grandparents 524,288

18th Great-Grandparents 1,048,576

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QUOTATIONS:

Show me your cemeteries and I will tell you what kind of people you have. ~Benjamin Franklin

Think of all the joy you'll find when you leave the world behind and bid your cares goodbye. ~Peter Pan

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy. ~Eskimo Proverb

There are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time. ~David Eagleman

The only truly dead are those who have been forgotten. ~Jewish Proverb

It might be that we are bestowed the loss of youth and the infirmities of old age as gifts, really, so that we might not mourn so much when the time arrives that we must discard our physical self, the most intimate home of our lifetime. ~HJ

A Prayer to All the Dead Among Mine Own People, by Vachel Lindsay

Are these your presences, my clan from Heaven?

Are these your hands upon my wounded soul?

Mine own, mine own, blood of my blood, be with me,

Fly by my path till you have made me whole!

The Conqueror Worm, by Edgar Allan Poe

Lo! 't is a gala night 

   Within the lonesome latter years!   

An angel throng, bewinged, bedight 

  In veils, and drowned in tears,   

Sit in a theatre, to see 

   A play of hopes and fears, 

While the orchestra breathes fitfully   

   The music of the spheres. 

Mimes, in the form of God on high,   

   Mutter and mumble low, 

And hither and thither fly— 

   Mere puppets they, who come and go   

At bidding of vast formless things 

   That shift the scenery to and fro, 

Flapping from out their Condor wings 

   Invisible Wo! 

That motley drama—oh, be sure   

   It shall not be forgot! 

With its Phantom chased for evermore   

   By a crowd that seize it not, 

Through a circle that ever returneth in   

   To the self-same spot, 

And much of Madness, and more of Sin,   

   And Horror the soul of the plot. 

But see, amid the mimic rout, 

   A crawling shape intrude! 

A blood-red thing that writhes from out   

   The scenic solitude! 

It writhes!—it writhes!—with mortal pangs   

The mimes become its food, 

And seraphs sob at vermin fangs 

   In human gore imbued. 

Out—out are the lights—out all!   

   And, over each quivering form, 

The curtain, a funeral pall, 

   Comes down with the rush of a storm,   

While the angels, all pallid and wan,   

   Uprising, unveiling, affirm 

That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"   

   And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.

Io Victus, by William Wetmore Story

I SING the hymn of the conquered, who fell in the Battle of Life,—

The hymn of the wounded, the beaten, who died overwhelmed in the strife;

Not the jubilant song of the victors, for whom the resounding acclaim

Of nations was lifted in chorus, whose brows wore the chaplet of fame,

But the hymn of the low and the humble, the weary, the broken in heart, 

Who strove and who failed, acting bravely a silent and desperate part;

Whose youth bore no flower on its branches, whose hopes burned in ashes away,

From whose hands slipped the prize they had grasped at, who stood at the dying of day

With the wreck of their life all around them, unpitied, unheeded, alone,

With Death swooping down o'er their failure, and all but their faith overthrown, 

While the voice of the world shouts its chorus,—its paean for those who have won;

While the trumpet is sounding triumphant, and high to the breeze and the sun

Glad banners are waving, hands clapping, and hurrying feet

Thronging after the laurel-crowned victors, I stand on the field of defeat,

In the shadow, with those who have fallen, and wounded, and dying, and there 

Chant a requiem low, place my hand on their pain-knotted brows, breathe a prayer,

Hold the hand that is helpless, and whisper, "They only the victory win,

Who have fought the good fight, and have vanquished the demon that tempts us within;

Who have held to their faith unseduced by the prize that the world holds on high;

Who have dared for a high cause to suffer, resist, fight,—if need be, to die." 

Speak, History! who are Life's victors? Unroll thy long annals, and say,

Are they those whom the world called the victors—who won the success of a day?

The martyrs, or Nero? Spartans, who fell at Thermopyls tryst,

Or the Persians and Xerxes? His judges or Socrates? Pilate or Christ?

We Are the Chosen, Author Unknown

We are the chosen. In each family there is one who seems called to find the ancestors. To put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve. Doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the storytellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called, as it were, by our genes. Those who have gone before cry out to us, "Tell our story!" So, we do. In finding them, we somehow find ourselves. How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors, "You have a wonderful family; you would be proud of us." How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say. It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who am I and why do I do the things I do. It goes to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds and indifference and saying, "I can't let this happen." The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh. It goes to doing something about it. It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish, how they contributed to what we are today. It goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family. It goes to deep pride that the fathers fought and some died to make and keep us a Nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. It is of equal pride and love that our mothers struggled to give us birth. Without them we could not exist, and so we love each one, as far back as we can reach. That we might be born who we are. That we might remember them. So we do. With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence, because we are they and they are the sum of who we are. So, as a scribe called, I tell the story of my family. It is up to that one called in the next generation to answer the call and take my place in the long line of family storytellers. That is why I do my family genealogy, and that is what calls those young and old to step up and restore the memory or greet those whom we had never known before.

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IN HONOR OF OUR FALLEN BRAVE . . .

It Has Always Been The Soldier, by Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC

It is the soldier,

not the President,

who gives us democracy.

It is the soldier,

not the Congress,

who takes care of us.

It is the soldier,

not the politician,

who has given us the right to vote.

It is the soldier,

not the minister,

who has given us freedom of religion.

It is the soldier,

not the reporter,

who has given us freedom of the press.

It is the soldier,

not the poet,

who has given us freedom of speech.

It is the soldier,

not the campus organizer,

who has given us the freedom to demonstrate.

It is the soldier,

not the lawyer,

who has given us the right to a fair trial.

It is the soldier who salutes the flag,

who serves beneath the flag,

and whose coffin is draped by the flag,

that allows the protestor to burn the flag.

Note: This might vary from the original poem. There are many variations in the public domain and I have tried to include all of the verses I have found.

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The Soldier's Grave, by Pearl Rivers (Eliza Jane (Poitevent) Nicholson)

Tread lightly, 'tis a soldier's grave,

A lonely, mossy mound ;

And yet to hearts like mine and thine It should he holy ground.

Speak softly, let no careless laugh. No idle, thoughtless jest, Escape your lips where sweetly sleeps The hero in his rest.

For him no reveille will beat

When morning beams shall come;

For him, at night, no tattoo rolls it's thunders from the drum.

Tread lightly! for a man bequeathed, Ere laid beneath this sod,

His ashes to his native land, His gallant soul to God.

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In Flanders Fields, 1919, by John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

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We Shall Keep the Faith, 1918, by Moina Michael

Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields,

Sleep sweet - to rise anew!

We caught the torch you threw

And holding high, we keep the Faith

With All who died.

We cherish, too, the poppy red

That grows on fields where valor led;

It seems to signal to the skies

That blood of heroes never dies,

But lends a lustre to the red

Of the flower that blooms above the dead

In Flanders Fields.

And now the Torch and Poppy Red

We wear in honor of our dead.

Fear not that ye have died for naught;

We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought

In Flanders Fields.

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For the Fallen, 1914, by Laurence Binyon

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,

England mourns for her dead across the sea.

Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,

Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal

Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,

There is music in the midst of desolation

And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,

Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.

They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;

They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;

They sit no more at familiar tables of home;

They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;

They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,

Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,

To the innermost heart of their own land they are known

As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,

Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;

As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,

To the end, to the end, they remain.

Source: The London Times, 1914

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The Sailor's Grave, 1872, by Henry Francis Lyte

There is in the wide lone sea

A spot unmark'd but holy

For there the gallant and the free

In his ocean bed lies lowly.

Down, down, within the deep,

That oft to triumph call'd him,

He sleeps a calm and peaceful sleep,

With the salt waves washing o'er him.

He sleeps serene and safe

From tempest or from billow

Where the storms that high above him chafe

Scarce rock his peaceful pillow.

The sea and him in death...

They did not dare to sever,

It was his home while he had breath,

'Tis now his rest for ever.

Sleep on, thou mighty dead!

A glorious tomb they've found thee -

The broad blue sky above thee spread,

The boundless waters round thee.

No vulgar foot treads here;

No hand profane shall move thee;

But gallant fleets shall proudly steer,

And warriors shout above thee.

Gallant fleets shall proudly steer,

And warriors shout above thee.

And when the last trump shall sound,

And tombs are asunder riv'n,

Like the morning sun from the wave thou'lt bound,

To rise and shine in Heaven.

Like the morning sun from the wave thou'lt bound,

To rise and shine in Heaven!

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Lament, 1918, by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

We who are left, how shall we look again

Happily on the sun or feel the rain

Without remembering how they who went

Ungrudgingly and spent

Their lives for us loved, too, the sun and rain?

A bird among the rain-wet lilac sings—

But we, how shall we turn to little things

And listen to the birds and winds and streams

Made holy by their dreams,

Nor feel the heart-break in the heart of things?

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Breakfast, by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

We ate our breakfast lying on our backs,

Because the shells were screeching overhead.

I bet a rasher to a loaf of bread

That Hull United would beat Halifax

When Jimmy Stainthorpe played full-back instead

of Billy Bradford. Ginger raised his head

And cursed, and took the bet; and dropt back dead.

We ate our breakfast lying on our backs,

Because the shells were screeching overhead.

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Untitled, October, 1968, by Anonymous, aged 17 years

Do you hear the screams of pain?

Must hatred come like rain?

See the streets a bright red,

Take time and count the dead.

Did they care they killed their sons,

When they gave them nothing but guns.

Did they hear the mother's cry,

When been told your child has died?

A child am I never more,

As I marched off to war.

Oh, such hate can it be,

I face a boy who is like me.

I heard a pop that awful sound,

The boy cries then hits the ground.

The lips let out a faint mutter,

As the boy cries for his mother.

Life slips out and he asks,

Why such an evil task?

Yesterday he was so young,

But now what is he with a gun?

He left me with a puzzle,

Then a flash from a muzzle.

As I fell to my knees,

I ask "whom did my dying please?"

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Untitled, by Maj. Michael Davis O'Donnell, written January 1, 1970, at Dak To

If you are able, save them a place inside you,

And save one backward glance when you are leaving,

for the places they can no longer go.

Be not ashamed to say you loved them,

though you may, or may not have always.

Take what they have left, and what they have

taught you with their dying, and keep it as your own.

And in that time that when men decide, and feel safe,

to call the war insane, take one moment,

to embrace these gentle heroes you left behind.

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THANK YOU to everyone who sends info and corrections for memorials I have entered. Time does not permit me to thank everyone for each individual contribution, but please know that they are appreciated!

In case I have missed anyone, thank you to the photo volunteers who have fulfilled my requests--much appreciated!

MANY THANKS to those MEMBERS who have entered memorials for members of my family and who have had the kindness to transfer them to me--you're the BEST!

Privately owned cemeteries may regulate the taking of photographs by persons physically within the boundaries of the cemetery property. Please refer to the laws of the relevant state.

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Note for self (anyone stumbling upon this please be aware that shipwrecks are not allowed to be entered as cemeteries, even if the exact coordinates are known):

The USS Harder was located earlier this year and is now a designated Find a Grave cemetery. I added a link in the bio section to the memorial for his actual resting site. Per Find A Grave guidelines, family should only be linked to the memorial for actual burial, when known. His parents are now linked to the memorial for his resting place with the SS Harder, so should be unlinked from this Monument page. This will prevent him from appearing to be his own brother in the column of siblings. If you would like for me to create links within the bio section of his Monument page to his parents' memorials, I would be glad to submit that as an edit for you, just let me know. Thank you!

MS Paupers:

https://www.wlbt.com/2023/12/27/nearly-300-people-have-been-buried-hinds-co-paupers-cemetery-since-2013-here-are-their-names/

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