29 October 2011

Potter's Field Cemetery - Ohio

Have you heard about the type of cemetery called "Potter's Field"?  It is a cemetery where the county or city bury the poor, the homeless, the unknown, and the unwanted.  There are no signs, no grave markers, and no headstones.  I find this extremely sad.  This  particular cemetery is a 17 acre site dating back to 1906 and is the final resting place for over 16,000 people.  16,000 people and not one headstone...sad indeed!

This is the entrance - no signs, just a broken fence.

Except for some flags and a couple of crosses, there are no markers whatsoever at Potter's Field.

There is only one marker of any kind at this cemetery and that is the memorial rock.  It contains a Biblical passage: Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you, do not let your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.  John 14:27

People have left things at the base of memorial rock ... an old wooden box, flowers, rocks, money, and a rosary.


I found out about this particular cemetery because my stepson attends St. Ignatius - a catholic all-boys school on the west side of Cleveland.  St. Ignatius has a Pallbearer Ministry that handles the funerals of the poor and today they had a special service - the "2011 Potter's Field Prayer Service in Commemoration of All Saints and All Souls".  It was a touching service and tribute to all those unknown, unclaimed people buried at Potter's Field.   

Fr. Streicher saying the mass.

About 100 people attend this special service held at a forgotten, unknown place on a very cold October day.  I'm sure all of us that were there will never forget this cemetery or this prayer service. 

Thank you Fr. Streicher and St. Ignatius for introducing me to Potter's Field!

Have a blessed day.

04 October 2011

Genealogy Pox ... Do You Have It?

Hi Everyone!  I recently came accross this little ditty and just had to share it with you.  The author is unknown and it has been reprinted in many genealogy newsletters (and now blogs).

The symptons are a continual complaint as to the need for names, dates, and places.  The patient has a blank expression and is sometimes deaf to spouse and children.  She has no taste for work of any kind except to feverishly look through records at libraries and courthouses.  She has a compulsion to write letters.  She is made at the mailman when no mail is received.  She makes frequent visits to strange places such as cemeteries, ruins, and remote, desolate country areas.  She makes secret night calls and hids phone bills from her spouse.  She mumbles to herself and has a strange faraway look in her eyes.

The treatment of the ailment finds medication useless.  The disease is not fatal, but it does get progressively worse.  The patient should attend genealogy workshops, subscribe to genealogical magazines, and be given a quiet corner in the house where she can be alone.

The prognosis is that no known cure is known, but the disease can be contagious; and the sicker the patient becomes, the more she will enjoy the ailment!

I have the Genealogy Pox!!!  Do you?

I would love to hear from you.