This post has nothing to do with my own family history. I’m just naturally drawn to cemeteries, as many genealogists are.
Bonaventure Cemetery is very beautiful. The interesting old gravestones and hanging Spanish moss make it different than most.
This particular gravestone, of a little girl named Grace Watson, touched me.
She was only 6 when she died on a pneumonia in 1889. Her father was the manager of a big hotel and she was a favorite of many of the guests. When a sculptor named John Walz came to town, Grace’s father had this gravestone carved from a photograph of his little girl.
I guess it just gets me, because it’s not often that you can actually “see” the person as you’re walking through the cemetery. Have you ever come across a gravestone like this before?
