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Up until a few years ago I was a RAOGK volunteer. I quit because I was doing more work on other people's genealogy than on my own but if you have time, I do recommend it. I found out a lot more than I ever thought I could about the counties around where I live - the same counties my ancestors came to 140 years ago.
Anyway, someone contacted me about a cemetery search. They'd found a transcription of a stone by a local genealogical society and wanted to know if I could find the cemetery and photograph the stone and any others of their family members if I could find them there. Sounded simple enough, no? So I agreed. I got directions to the cemetery from the historical society cemetery transcription and drove over on a pleasant spring afternoon on my way home from the courthouse. Only I saw no sign of a cemetery. Drove up and down the road twice, three times. I'm blind, I thought, or I'm on the wrong road. I stopped at a farm adjacent to where the cemetery was supposed to be and asked about it. The owner smiled broadly at me and I wasn't sure why. He told me that the cemetery was where the road is now. It was small and when they widened the road years ago, they just plowed over the cemetery. Most of the markers were tossed along the fence line, though all that's left now are fragments and pieces. I was welcome to take a look. The stone I was looking for was one he knew was there. He sent his son along with me to show me where they were.
When I got back to the fence line, I knew why the guy was smiling. It wasn't a well-kept fence but more of a barbed wire bramble thick with trees and brush. His son did take me to the stone I was looking for which helped a lot since there were pieces of stone markers scattered along the fence for probably 75 yards. I had to shimmy under the barbed wire, then crawl on my hands and knees in sodden earth to get at the one I wanted so I could turn it over for a photograph. The requester's hopes of finding more stones there were shot. The bits and pieces left of all the other stones were hopelessly worthless as far as identifying anyone. Though I did take time to look at the ones I could get to easily.
That turned out to be my last RAOGK request. I'd still do it again. Kind of sad to think a cemetery can just be bulldozed like that - even 50 or 75 years ago. You would think people would have more respect than that.
My own genealogical searches have involved no such struggle, though I would gladly sacrifice of a pair of jeans to find my great-great grandmother's grave marker. I fear my family was to poor to provide one for her and she died before records were kept. Without either, I will never have her exact date of death or birth.
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