So, a few weeks back, we learned that no one has bothered to get my mother in law's name put on the in-laws' headstone, despite the fact that she died over a year ago. I have ordered that problem rectified, because evidently my husband is the only of her children who thinks her grave should be marked.
That caused us to look into his grandparents' headstone, because one of his brothers visited the cemetery where they're buried about 25 years ago, and brought us pictures of many headstones, but not theirs. So, he called that brother, who just happened to be going to New Hampshire, and stopped by the cemetery in Monson to look for that gravestone. It does exist, but my dearly beloved thinks that stone is small and weaseley, so I'm looking into getting it replaced, as well.
(I don't know why some pictures insist on orienting themselves sideways. Just pretend it looks right.)
And look what BIL found. I know these markers to indicate the 8 year old and 3 month old daughters of a different relative; both have been dead 80 to 90 years. And the sad thing is that I don't think anyone knows of the existence of these girls except me, because BIL had to clear dirt off the stones to photograph them for me. And he had no idea what they meant; he said they looked like surveyors' monuments to him.
So, I'm thinking of having the current gravestone for my grandparents-in-law (now dead 38 and 55 years) refaced, and carved for these babies. Someone ought to remember them, after all.
OK, not your typical Garden Tuesday. But it's what I've been chasing for the better part of a week, and it beats pictures of 3" of rain.
Happy Wednesday, everyone!