A Family Find
My father's family home, a cotton plantation on the banks of Lake Chicot in Arkansas, is being renovated by Arkansas State University as the centerpiece of a living history museum. My grandfather, who was born there, had a large family--8 siblings. The family history read that one of the children had died young, at the age of 2, and no one knew where he was buried.
In the restoration process, a crypt was uncovered and human remains were found that coincide with a 2-year old's. Evidently the baby (who would have been my Great-Uncle Caleb Johnson) was buried on the family estate by his parents. The restoration team contacted the closest relatives to ask us our preference about re-interring the body there or in another family cemetery in Kentucky; we've all said let him stay where he is.
I have portraits of his parents hanging in my house (caffyolay and hubby have seen them), and this news has made them seem so much more real to me. A family member I never knew is at "home", where he belongs.
In the restoration process, a crypt was uncovered and human remains were found that coincide with a 2-year old's. Evidently the baby (who would have been my Great-Uncle Caleb Johnson) was buried on the family estate by his parents. The restoration team contacted the closest relatives to ask us our preference about re-interring the body there or in another family cemetery in Kentucky; we've all said let him stay where he is.
I have portraits of his parents hanging in my house (caffyolay and hubby have seen them), and this news has made them seem so much more real to me. A family member I never knew is at "home", where he belongs.