Showing posts with label cemeteries. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cemeteries. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

A Tour of the Key West Cemetery by Jane Newhagen






LUCY BURDETTE: when you get to know someone in Key West, you often find you have multiple connections. And this is true for our guest today, who introduced me to my wonderful tarot reading character, Lorenzo AKA Ron, fished me into writing the newsletter for the Key West Friends of the Library, belongs as I do to the Key West Writers Guild, and answers my questions about the Key West cemetery. (And if you visit Key West, make sure you put the cemetery on your bucket list.) With Halloween coming, I thought you would love to meet Jane and get a taste of her cemetery tour! Welcome Jane!

JANE NEWHAGEN: I’m a taphophile—a person who is fascinated by cemeteries, funerals, gravestones and the like. We’re not a morbid bunch, rather we’re interested in the stories that lie behind the monuments and the individuals who lie beneath the ground.

It won’t surprise you, then, when I tell you that for fourteen years I was the Archivist at the Key West City Cemetery. I was responsible for patching together information about the graves there dating from 1847 when the cemetery was founded. Five years ago, I started the Cemetery Strolls. Held on three Saturdays during the winter season, the strolls are guided tours to significant gravesites where volunteers tell the stories of those who are buried there.

One reason I enjoyed being Archivist was because of a special plot that led to my writing three historical novels, Sand Dollar, Pieces of Eight, and Chambered Nautilus. It’s not coincidental that the first one, Sand Dollar, starts out just before the great hurricane of 1846 when the original cemetery was blown away with bodies in the trees and gravestones coming to rest halfway across the island. All three novels are based on the lives of the permanent residents of Lot 49 on 4th Avenue in the cemetery.


Yes, the cemetery streets are named just like city streets. There are eight numbered avenues and Palm Avenue. They’re crossed by Clara, Magnolia, Violet, Laurel, and Higgs Streets. The Catholic section is in the north corner and the Jewish cemetery in the east corner, but you’ll find people of all faiths and ethnicities buried side-by-side throughout the cemetery.

The gravestone most tourists want to see belongs to Pearl Roberts. Pearl’s frequent complaints of ill health led to her being written off as a hypochondriac, but Pearl was right. She died in 1979 at only 50 years of age and her memorial marker on the family mausoleum reads, “I Told You I Was Sick.” Gloria Russell’s memorial is there, too. It says, “I’m just resting my eyes.” I often say that myself, and I think of Gloria whenever I do.


Thomas Romer (1783-1891) is buried on Fourth Avenue. He was an African-Bahamian who served in the War of 1812 as a privateer. His headstone attests to his 108-year life and his standing as a “good citizen” for sixty-five years. We choose to believe that the reference is to the fact that he became a naturalized American citizen at the age of forty-three, not that he was a good citizen for sixty-five years and not so good for the rest of his life.


William Curry’s monument is the most imposing one in the cemetery. Curry (1824-1896) was a very successful businessman and became Florida’s first millionaire. His descendants live here today. Some years ago the big urn on top of the monument was pushed over by an encroaching tree. It took scaffolding and a crane to restore it to its rightful place. As you can imagine conservation and restoration of these old monuments is an ongoing job. It’s expensive, too. The Historic Florida Keys Foundation manages conservation and restoration and relies on grants and contributions from the Cemetery Strolls for funding.


Some of the statues are more expressive than others. The face of the lovely angel memorializing Mary Navarro appears to weep when climactic conditions are right. Her family was visiting New York City in 1901 and she warned her daughter Rosa not to go near the window. Rosa did and fell to her death. Mary died of a broken heart not long after. The monument shows the mother angel admonishing the child angel to behave.



Sadly, we don’t know who is buried in some of our graves. Maybe the markers were wood and deteriorated over time. Maybe the cemetery sexton was illiterate or didn’t have a sense of the importance of his records. Most of the early graves were in family lots and at the time “everybody knew” where the Curry or Lowe or Roberts lot was, so that’s what is written on the burial card. Today there are dozens of lots with those names and, without more information, it’s anybody’s guess where those individuals are located.


You can see my enthusiasm for the history of Key West and its people. It was my great pleasure to research and write my three historical novels: Sand Dollar, Pieces of Eight, and Chambered Nautilus. They’re tales of old Key West and firmly grounded in historical facts. In fact, I followed the pattern of the earliest family members as seen in their cemetery plot and fictionalized their stories. They’re available in paperback and Kindle editions on Amazon. I hope you’ll take a look.

I also had the privilege of writing the text for After Life ~ Images from the Key West Cemetery. It’s a visual presentation of the cemetery with photographs by Carol Tedesco and Roberta DiPiero. It’s also available from Amazon.


Are you a lover of cemeteries? Do you have a particular favorite?

Jane Newhagen was born and raised in Denver, Colorado and graduated from Brown University. She’s lived up and down the east coast and Paris, France and came to Key West in 2000. Jane received the Richard Heyman Recognition Award from the Anne McKee Artists Fund of the Florida Keys for Pieces of Eight and again for the third novel in the series, Chambered Nautilus.

Jane recently retired from working at the Key West City Cemetery after fourteen years as Archivist. There she organized and digitalized burial records. In her spare time she volunteers for Take Stock in Children, a scholarship program for gifted, needy students. She enjoys classical music, traveling, and is a voracious reader.


Tuesday, December 22, 2015

A Brief Holiday Respite

HANK PHILLIPPI RYAN: Today, in the midst of all the holiday bustle, a post you might not expect.  Dear friend of the Reds John Harrison, a Boston historian and skilled photographer, has touched all of us with his gorgeous celebration of—a cemetery. Yes, a cemetery.
It’s a place full of history, and passion, and memories—and gratitude and beauty and serenity.

So take a moment from your busy day. Let John (and editor Kim Nagy) tell you all about it. Read on. Take a little tour. And we’re giving away a copy at the end.

John and Kim
JOHN HARRISON:  Dead In Good Company is a book about a Boston treasure, the Mount Auburn Cemetery.  As President and CEO of the cemetery, David Barnett,  noted in his foreword to the book, "When Jacob Bigelow and the rest of the founding fathers created Mount Auburn Cemetery in 1831, they envisioned a place that would serve the important functions of burial and commemoration of the dead while at the same time providing a beautiful, tranquil setting that would inspire the living."  Sweet Auburn, as the cemetery is affectionately known, has remained true to this vision. 
  
An amazing group of authors and notables have come together to celebrate the Mount Auburn Cemetery, each writing a personal essay.

Look at the list! Harvard Law professor Emeritus Alan Dershowitz; historical novelist William Martin; former Mayor of Boston and Ambassador to the Vatican, Ray Flynn; best selling author and beloved Boston TV icon,  Hank Phillippi Ryan;  Pulitzer Prize winning biographer, Megan  Marshall;  mystery-true crime writer Kate Flora (who came up with the title!);  mystery authors Katherine Hall Page and Edith Maxwell,  medical thriller author and Northeastern professor of writing, Gary Goshgarian  (Gary Braver); broadcasting legend  Upton Bell;  international bird guide author, ornithologist and illustrator, David Sibley; drama critic, author and host of the Theatre World Awards. senior scientist for wildlife at the Humane Society of the United States,  John Hadidian; and Boston Globe sports writer and television commentator, Dan Shaughnessy. And more!

So meander the paths of this serene, inspiring cemetery. You might pass the memorial of Edwin Booth, John Wilkes Booth's brother, subject of William Martin's essay, The Actor and the Hawk, In his essay, Martin notes, "this ancient cemetery is full of stories." 

Turn a corner, and there is the resting place of Henry Cabot Lodge, Jr., two-term Senator from Massachusetts who lost his third term bid to John F. Kennedy in 1952.  Former Mayor and Ambassador to the Vatican, Ray Flynn, tells a little known story about Lodge in his essay, Voices Still Heard.  


At Willow Pond
From there it's only a short walk to Willow Pond.  As you approach the pond, you pass the memorial of the voice of the Red Sox, Curt Gowdy.  In his essay, Hi, Neighbor.  Have a 'Gansett, Dan Shaughnessy notes, “And that's why it's fitting that Gowdy is buried in Mount Auburn Cemetery with so many other gods of regional folklore.”   

Continue on past the beautiful weeping beech tree and there is the bronze rectangle commemorating the dean of American drama critics, Elliot Norton. Climb the slight hill at one end of Willow Pond and look down at the bronze plaque commemorating author Bernard Malamud.  

   Study your map, and make your way to Palm Ave. to find the memorial of Ludlow Griscom, pioneer ornithologist, and as a bird watcher, pause to pay your respects. Look up, and there is a Red-bellied Woodpecker not too high in a tree feeding one of its chicks in the cavity it has made for its offspring.

Fannie Farmer's marker
From the Dell, you make a beeline to Central Avenue to take a peek at the resting place of Fanny Farmer, who so influenced the way America cooks.  In her essay, A Recipe For Memories, Hank Philippi Ryan recalls the life of this legend.  (And her grandmother’s chocolate coffee cake.)

Mt. Auburn is full of life at every moment. Climb the steps from Auburn Lake onto Indian Ridge and you might see a coyote as it passes by. Or looking up, you might see a spring migrant -- perhaps a Cape May or Chestnut-sided Warbler. If you are especially lucky, maybe an Indigo Bunting.

In this oasis a mile from Harvard Square, there is something, or everyone.
It's a place where you leave the cares of the world at the gates and rejuvenate as you walk at your own pace along the paths.  As legendary broadcaster Upton Bell muses in his essay, Garden of Grand Illusion, "My walk through this special place has given me a final perspective on life, death and infinity."


HANK: Ah. Gorgeous, huh? And such a sense of peace in this time of joy.    Do you visit cemeteries? Any place special for you?

If you’re in a rush, just say hello. All commenters will be entered for a copy of DEAD IN GOOD COMPANY!