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"Lives are commemorated - deaths are recorded- families are reunited -
memories re made tangible - and love is undisguised. This is a cemetery. "
"Communities accord respect, families bestow reverence, historians seek
information and our heritage is thereby enriched."
"Testimonies of devotion, pride and remembrance are carved in stone to pay warm
tribute to accomplishments and to the life - not the death - of a loved one. The
cemetery is homeland for family memorials that are a sustaining source of
comfort to the living."
"A cemetery is a history of people - a perpetual record of yesterday and
sanctuary of peace and quiet today. A cemetery exists because every life is
worth loving and remembering - always"
Author unknown -
Seen at a monument dealer in West Union, IA
"Show me the manner in which a nation or community
cares for its dead and I will measure with mathematical
exactness the tender mercies of its people, their
respect for the laws of the land, and their loyalty
to high ideals."
-- William Gladstone (1809-1897),
three-time Prime Minister of England and Victorian contemporary of
Benjamin Disraeli:
"Show me your cemeteries, and I will tell you what kind of people you
have."
--
Benjamin
Franklin (1706 - 1790)
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The fence around a cemetery is foolish, for those inside
can't get out and those outside don't want to get in.
--
Arthur Brisbane
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always remember an epitaph which is in the cemetery at Tombstone,
Arizona. It says: ''Here lies Jack Williams. He done his
damnedest.'' I think that is the greatest epitaph a man can have." |
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-- Harry S Truman
(American 33rd President of the
United States, 1884-1972)
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Dear
Ancestor
Your
tombstone stands among the rest;
neglected
and alone
The name
and date are chiseled out
on
polished, marbled stone
It
reaches out to all who care
It is too
late to mourn
You did
not know that I exist
You died
and I was born.
Yet each
of us are cells of you
in flesh,
in blood, in bone.
Our blood
contracts and beats a pulse
entirely
not our own.
Dear
Ancestor, the place you filled
one
hundred years ago
Spreads
out among the ones you left
who would
have loved you so.
I wonder
if you lived and loved,
I wonder
if you knew
That
someday I would find this spot,
and come
to visit you.
Author -Unknown
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