I love graveyards! The older the better. They are so…peaceful. So full of stories. A trip to your ancestor’s grave may not be feasible, but there is an ever-growing number of cemeteries and gravestones that have been documented and made available online.
Two such sites are:
* Billion Graves a free site that encourages participants to not only search the database, but contribute to it as well. A handy phone app provides easy access for photographing a grave and uploading it to the website.
* FindAGrave.com is another site that is constantly adding new cemeteries and stones, so check in with both of these sites frequently.
Since I already used my favorite Graveyard story yesterday under Field Trips, today’s family anecdote is:
G is for Great White Fleet
My grandfather (Hey! G is also for Grandfather…and Grant!), Earl H. Grant, joined the US Navy as a young man and was assigned to the USS Tennessee, part of Teddy Roosevelt’s Great White Fleet. Grampa’s stories of the two years he spent circumnavigating the globe became his Magnum Opus, which he had memorized and would recite to any and all who would hear.
Here is one of his stories that I believe I have actually memorized as well, having heard it so often!
I was in the flagship of the Pacific Fleet for 2 years and during that time we traveled around the Pacific ports–Galapagos Islands, Manila, Shanghai–I ate my Thanksgiving dinner in the American Club in Yuhang Road in Shanghai in 1908 and my Christmas dinner in Yokohama Japan that same year…
I was walking up Yuhang Road and I heard running feet behind me. I looked around and saw two Chinamen with a small carriage between them strung on poles running towards me. One Chinaman was in front and one was in back, holding on to the poles. They came running up the street and set this carriage on the sidewalk beside me. I looked in and saw that the inside was lined with beautiful pink silk. A Chinese lady sat inside, her hand resting on the windowsill. Each finger of her hand was encased in a glass thimble. The men that carried her there reached in and took her out bodily and carried her into the store. As they passed by me I noticed that her feet were bound in white cotton up to her knees and the shape of her foot was like a U. That woman could not walk. She had to be treated like a baby.