As
I noted in my last post, this week I went to Old City Cemetery in Lynchburg,
Virginia.
"I consider [Lynchburg] as the most interesting spot in the state."
~ Thomas Jefferson
Lynchburg
is about two hours from my home and this was the first time that I have been
here since I was a kid. My phone’s weather app predicted that there was a 30%
chance of rain that morning. After my drive there was a 60% chance. I was
caught in a downpour but somehow that added to this visit.
Established
in 1806, this cemetery was open to all residents. About 75% of the burials were
African-Americans. There were several self-guided tour brochures to choose from
including Roses, Shrubs, Butterflies,
Medicinal Herbs, Birds, and Trees: A Horticulture Guide; A Quick Guide to Gravestones in the Old City
Cemetery: Their History, Art and Symbolism; A Quick Guide to Black History in the Old City Cemetery, etc. One
of the impressive aspects of this cemetery is that there was a self-guided
African-American history tour. I opted for that one because I really wanted to
see a particular grave which I’ll discuss in a later post.
My
first stop because it just so happened that that was a convenient place to
leave my car was the Hearse House and Caretakers’ Museum. This museum contains
the hearse owned by W. D. Diuguid Funeral Home. This hearse is gorgeous and in
beautiful condition considering its age. Diuguid Funeral
Home has been in business since 1817 which makes it the oldest funeral home
in the state and the second oldest funeral home in the country. Interesting
enough, the funeral home “was started by chance and not by design.” Sampson
Diuguid made fine furniture. Because of this, he was often asked to make
caskets for local town members.
Per
the traditions of the time, this hearse would have included horses that corresponded
with the service. White horses would have been used to pull the hearse for
children and black horses would have been used to pull the hearse for adults.
Of course, that is *if* one could actually afford such a luxury. The second
hearse on display isn’t exactly a hearse but a horse-drawn wagon made by Thornhill
Wagonworks. Most of the individuals buried in Old City Cemetery would have used
the basic wagon which was also used by the grounds crew to move their tools.
Family
members were responsible for the maintenance of the plots of their loved ones
until 1866 when a superintendent was hired by the city for $100 per year to
take care of the Confederate Section. The role of caretaker expanded from the
first days the first caretaker Benjamin S. Fortune was hired. After that the
role started to include digging graves and maintaining the grounds. In 1880,
caretakers were living on-site at the cemetery with the first caretaker
in-residence as John T. Mason. Even with these caretakers, some of whom were
notorious for not doing any work in the cemetery for months and sometimes years
at a time, the cemetery was not in the pristine condition that it is today. In fact, it is so well-organized I even purchased some of their honey from their bee hives.
So interesting! Especially the horse's color and that they had so many different tours to choose from. :) Waiting eagerly your next post about the tour you took! And I adore that honey's name. :D
ReplyDeleteThanks:) I have a great deal of writing catch-up.
DeleteI loved the name too!
You already know how much I love this cemetery, and Lynchburg in general. I'm really glad that one of your vacation day-trip days was spent there.
ReplyDeleteIt was a really cool place. I look forward to doing some research, reading that book you loaned me, and returning on a day hopefully without so many gnats :p
DeleteHoney from their beehives? Are those hives on the property? So, in other words, the honey is made from the nectar from the flowers on the graves? Good grief! You're so freaking Goth that now your tea is going to be super Goth! Sheeze. ;)
ReplyDeleteI love the hearse. We saw one very similar when we were camping Upstate NY. It was in an antique store ... for sale. How I wished I had thousands of dollars that day!
Um, yes... and ha ha ha I hadn't actually thought about it that way! :p
DeleteOMG for sale! And then of course, where would you park it? My good friend's mother has a terminal cancer (geez, I feel like that's going around here these days) and she's already planned her over-the-top funeral. Her church actually owns one and she has already requested it for her funeral. She told me about it delightfully with the phrase, "you're just going to love my funeral!"... um, okay :-/ I would much prefer to just ride around in one for fun.
Well, you have to admit, that's a woman who has made peace and is ready for the next big adventure. My Mom used to call death "the next big adventure." I always loved the sound of that phrase, so much so that when we toasted Mom at her funeral I made every HUZZAH to Mom's next "big adventure." It jives with my Pagan mentality.
DeletePerhaps by planning her own funeral she's gained peace and strength? Sending you lots and lots of love.
Oh I do like that phrasing... the next big adventure :D This woman has always been detailed and eccentric so really it doesn't surprise me *that much*. It could also be the medical marijuana too that she carries around in a Vera Bradley bag. I wouldn't be surprised if she sent out invitations... after all, that's what they used to do and she likes those old customs.
DeleteOh everything about this post is so cool! I want to go now too!
ReplyDeleteHow awesome! I want to goooo!
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