Friday, May 5, 2017

An Interlude On My Journey



That what this feels like, an interlude.
An interesting pause in my journey to achieve this goal of mine that I'm working so hard on.
I spoke of it on my previous blog post, and if you're following on Facebook
you will know how passionate I was about a vacant lot I fell in love with.
A beautiful rural setting, lots of space, quaint town nearby.
It would have been a perfect location to build my home.
My goal to be mortgage free, living in the country.  I was this close.
Won't lie, it's disappointing for me.  I was so close.

But the lot had a history, a sad history, and spooky all at the same time.
I had to move on from it.  It was just a bit too much for this lady.




The beginning....
I view a vacant lot.  Feel in love with it.
There is an abandoned, non registered cemetery on this site.  No headstones.
No info on it's history, only local legend.
I begin to research.

What the officials said....
As I dove into my inquiries to build on this site,
the local government sent me as much info as he had.  He talked about a similar situation in town.
I knew of this situation from a newspaper article written up about it.
A family bought a lot, started to build, came across remains.  They had several.
 Based on the info he sent me, he too suspects there was a private cemetery at one time at this site.
 An unregistered graveyard.
I asked him how that ended with the family from the article.  He said they abandoned the build and the Township made it into a small cemetery.

Here were some of my options.....
As I gather research and info on the vacant lot,
 it is starting to look like there likely are human remains on the property.
When I talk with the Provincial Government offices about what to expect,
he said there could be a possibility to exhume and re-inter them elsewhere.
I would have to have an archeological assessment, and a title search.
And lots of paperwork.
I forwarded my research onto this Government office.  Here's hoping something comes of it.
 



My research....
The name of this long ago graveyard is Gibson Cemetery.
 Headstones were discovered and moved to a section on the site that is bush.
I did not see these headstones when I was there.
Also know as Butler Cemetery, I think it was given this unofficial name/nickname because the name on one of the tombstones is Butler and he was middle aged, maybe someone influential in his time?
Looks like the timeframe of the burials are mid 1800's.
A guesstimation that nine bodies were buried on this site.  They were buried in groups of three.
There could be more.
Ranging from ages 4, 7, 52, 70, 78.
Some headstones ranging in size from medium to very large, too heavy to turn over or move.

 Leave them or move them....
It weighed heavy with me, I loved the lot, even with the cost of installing the well, septic and so on.
However, when it comes right down to it, it's a moral thing.
Do I leave them undisturbed? They have been there over a century, resting in peace.
It's kinda like the Titanic thing.
 



One of my FB friends mentioned that eventually someone may come along and move them.
I thought about that for a longtime.
If I had bought the lot, I would have unearthed them, identify them.
Moved them to the back corner of the lot.  Give them their headstone, or if need be a new one.
Not let their life be lived in vain.  Something can be said about the phrase "Here Lies...".
We found their headstones, let's put it on the right body.
Remember they are unmarked graves.  There's something so sad and lonely about that.
Let families for generations to come, visit them. Identify with them.
I did with my great, great grandmother when I found her headstone in New Brunswick.
I live two days away, but I made the journey to connect with this part of my history, my family.
She was my mother's, mother's, mother.  Maybe I looked like her.  Maybe I had her eyes.
But she was right there, under my feet.  And in a small way that gave me comfort.

However, in the end I knew such a task would be too much expense.
My heart was in the right place.
I pray the person who does buy that lot, when they go to build and move those souls, will keep them all together on that lot, and not ship them out to some cemetery miles away.

So that was my little interlude on this journey of mine.
Did I dodge a bullet, no.
 I consider myself one more person who now knows about nine lives that are buried deep in unmarked graves.
And now from my FB posts and these blog posts, thousands know about them as well.  Thank you internet.
We now know you lived on this earth for a short period of time, we just don't know who you are.

But I will march on.  I will continue to look for country lots to build my dream home.
And I will continue flipping my houses!


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