He took his truck (and a strong friend) and picked up the 400-pound marble memorial to Mary. Crews salvaged the headstone and Paul immediately came to retrieve it. It’s possible that the headstones found in the lake were were not originally placed on the graves because they had an inscription mistake.Īmazingly, the timing was perfect as the new owner was having his breakwall redone and offered to retrieve the headstone from the water if possible. He located the property owner and learned the stone was still in the lake (nobody knows how it got there!). Like following a trail of breadcrumbs, Paul was led to where the stone could be found.
In her research regarding cemeteries in Detroit she came across a memorial with information about headstones found underwater in a lake, about an hour outside of the city. She searched Find a Grave and learned that Paul managed a memorial matching the description of one of the headstones included with that information. Jacquie messaged Paul and ultimately she connected him with another friend who helped with her research and knew more about two of the Detroit cemeteries and a gravestone monument company. Years turned into decades and those who knew Mary passed on.Ī few months back, Paul received a message from Jacquie, another contributor. They purchased a marble headstone and Mary’s memory was immortalized. Her family was devastated by the loss of their beautiful, dark-haired daughter. Mary contracted the disease and died when she was just 22.
Contaminated water caused a typhoid fever epidemic that swept through the city. Paul’s great aunt Mary passed away in Detroit, Michigan, in 1905.
One of our contributors, Paul Vogt, was recently on the receiving end of an amazing act of kindness. Their influence has contributed to your own story. When you stand before the grave of a loved one, you understand that their story intermingles with yours. An understanding arises that they have been where you are now – and someday you will be where they now rest. You know that between birth and death, there is a lifetime of stories. You might run a finger across the etched birth and death dates. Why do Find a Grave volunteers spend so much time photographing and documenting graves? Because we understand that this small act of service opens the door for others to discover their ancestors’ stories.įrank Delaney said, “To understand and reconnect with our stories, the stories of the ancestors, is to build our identities.” When one walks up to a tombstone or a memorial site, there arises a feeling of brevity and wonder. Each lie in rest with their mark left behind, their mark on our lives and also what was left in remembrance on their marker. A life that was undoubtedly filled with hopes and dreams, happiness and heartbreak. Each headstone, rock, photograph, or candle represents a life lived. Other times, the stories take hours of time and research to uncover. Sometimes the stories come to us easily, like following a gently worn path our ancestors left for us many years ago. However a person is laid to rest, there is one thing all of these places have in common – they are vast libraries of unknown and untold stories.