|Main street to the right|
Sunday, July 31, 2011
A block and a half down Main Street from Old Hill Burying Ground, at the intersection of Keyes Road, is the South Burying Place, also known as the "Main Street Burying Ground." Comprised of some 300 graves, this small burial site dates back to the late 17th century. According to local history, this site was opened "to accommodate people living on the south side of a mill pond dam where Main Street is now." Most of the headstones are replacements following the destruction of the originals during the 1938 hurricane.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
In memory of
Mrs. Betsey Fay
wife of Mr. John Fay, who died
May 10, 1810, in the 21 year of
Also Betsey N. Fay, daughter of the above named persons, who died July 23
1810, aged 2 months & 14 days
Husband, farewell my life is past
Move love to you till death did last;
For my decease no sorrow take
But love our offspring for my sake
Your loss I trust, tho fraught with pain
Will prove my everlasting gain.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
|Capt. Jonathan Fay|
the body of
Capt. Jonathan Fay
who died March 3, 1800
An honest man, the noblest work of God
|Mrs. Joannah Fay|
Fay wife of Capt.
Jonathan Far, departed
this life June 10 1788: in the 60th
year of her age
And I heard a voice from heaven,
saying unto me, Write, Blessed are
the dead which die in the Lord,
from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spriit,
that they may rest from their labours:
and their works do follow them.
Rev. XIV Chap. 13 V
|Joannah Fay, daughter|
Daughter of Capt.
Jonathan & Joannah Fay
departed this life Oct. 24th
1775, in the 16th year
of her age
For all flesh is as grass, and
all the glory of man, as the
flower of grass. The grass
withereth, and the flower
thereof fall away: But
the word of the Lord
endureth for ever.
1 Peter 1 Cha. & 24 V
|Mrs. Mary Fay|
Mrs. Mary Fay
Wife of Capt. Jonathan Fay
departed this life June
the 29 day 1796:
in the 61 year of her age
Love and friend hast thou put
far from me, and my acquaintance
88th Pslam 18 Verse
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Born in Boston May 25 1803
Died in Concord April 27 1882
"The passive master lent his hand
To the vast soul that o'er him planned"
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Wife of Ralph Waldo Emerson
Daughter of Charles & Lucy (Cotton) Jackson
Born September 20th 1802, close by
Plymouth Rock, as she loved to remember
Died November 13th 1892 in Concord.
In her youth an unusual sense of
the divine Presence was granted her
and she retained through life
the impress of that high Communion.
To her children she seemed in her
native ascendancy and unquestioning
courage a Queen, a Flower in
elegance and delicacy.
The love and care for her husband and
children was her first earthly interest
\but with overflowing compassion
her heart went out to the slave, the sick
and the dumb creation. She remembered
them that were in bonds as bound with them.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Mary Moody Emerson
William Emerson, Minister of Concord
and Phebe Bliss his wife.
born in Concord 23 August 1774
died in Wiliamsburgh, L. I. 1 May 1863
She gave high counsels --
It was the privilege of certain boys
to have this immeasurably high standard
indicated to their childhood a blessing
which nothing else in education
Ah me! it was my childhood's thought
If He should make my web a blot
On life's fair picture of delight
My heart's content would find it right.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Daughter of Ralph Waldo &
Bor February 24, 1839
Died January 14, 1909
Her life was happy in that
"Among the scenes of real life, she wrought
Upon the plan that pleased her childish thought."
She cherished the old Religion.
It was her Guide through each day and the
Temple to which in solitude she withdrew.
The joy of her Father and Mother and
the comfort of their last years, her love
embraced the widest circle of kindred and friends.
She loved her Town.
She loved the simple and hardy life of old
New England, but exercised a wide and joyful
hospitality, and she eagerly helped others.
Of a fine mind, she cared more for persons than books, and her faith
drew out the best in those around her.