I still LOVE
Find-A-Grave I have been spending a lot of time adding and looking for family graves...
I knew my dad a has sister buried in Safford, Arizona in a cemetery that WAS called the Union Cemetery...
over time the name has changed several times and now it is called
This is the amazing part of the people who are "Contributors"
Anyone can ask for a request of a headstone or marker of a grave
(if you can tell what cemetery that person is located at)
I did not know if a marker had ever been added to my Aunt Judy's grave or not...
Trust me I have looked for many grave requests to find only that they were unmarked.
I have to admit unmarked graves BREAK MY HEART.
Anyway...I asked a fellow graver to see if they could find Judy's grave.
Bless this person's heart he could not find the grave so went to the city offices to locate the grave.
He quickly went to marking off the grave spot...even adding flowers.
He has since added LARGER rocks and Pink flowers.
I was so grateful to him and his dear wife.
....So.....
I heard that there were some graves on a canal bank just a few miles from where we live. I went driving on a couple of different canals in the location of where I thought they were suppose to be... with no luck of finding anything...I was getting sick...I wondered if they had been plowed into a field (yea that happens) or that the markers were gone and so the graves were "lost".
I was not going to give up, not yet...
I started making some phone calls to see if any of the local people who have lived in our area a LOT longer than I have to see if they had ever heard of these graves... I got some pretty direct directions of where they once were... rumor had it that the graves had been covered with cement
and that an old wagon was where they once were....
Kirk drove to where I had been told to go...
THERE WAS THE WAGON...
and the cement...
I was so happy to see what we found...
in the cement covering the graves where each of the original markers.
And though I do not know about the babies or Mrs. Brandon who's husband lies here, I was so grateful that someone had taken the time to preserve the sacred grown where they were laid to rest.
It felt so good to go...get out...and do something that I really love...
finding graves and history's of families.
( after some more research I was able to find the Burch children's parents they have been buried in
and I am happy...
