Along with his other cemetery photographs, Bernie sent me three tombstones of literary figures. How did he know I majored in English? Perhaps Bernie is more of a kindred spirit than I thought. The first is a photo of Emily Dickinson's grave. I have few favorites when it comes to poetry, and Dickinson is easily… Continue reading 3 Graves, 2 Poems, 1 Ghost Story
I had already published my first Cousin Connection when I met Diedre MacLean, I just didn't know it yet. Diedre contacted me using Stories From the Past's Tell Your Story form after she discovered several name matches from the same cemetery where Kathy, wife of my cousin Chuck, had discovered a connection to me. It was Diedre's WordPress… Continue reading Cousin Connection #4: Evidence from the Grave
I’d like to give a shout out to Bernie Kubiak for freely sharing his photographs with us for Cemetery Month at StoriesFromThePast.com. His talent as a photographer comes from years of practice. A large portion of the photographs submitted by Bernie for cemetery month come from St. Bonaventure Cemetery in Allegany New York. Bernie shares… Continue reading About the Photographer
More Photos from Cousin Bernie. Since Bernie is the photographer, he naturally chose a cemetery with family in it. St. Bonaventure Cemetery in Allegany, New York is quite a large cemetery, and I found many family names among the Kwiatkowskis buried there, including my great grandfather and great-great grandmother (Bernie's great-uncle and great grandmother), . The… Continue reading St. Bonaventure Cemetery, Allegany, NY
Happy October! I'm featuring cemetery photos from my cousin Bernie Kubiak this month. This one is from Chestnut Hill Cemetery in the village of Portville, New York (near Olean). I don't think we have any relatives buried here. You can find a complete listing of interments here.
A curious thing about my ancestors--they're all dead. It's the one thing they have in common. When they die, they get buried. At least back in the day, that's what they did. Today, cremation is a definite possibility, and it's getting more common. Especially in Europe where they are running out of room for all… Continue reading Death-It runs in the family
My mom is a first generation American. This means that she and her siblings are the first in the family to be born in the United States. My Grandfather on my dad's side is also first generation American. Mom is half German and half Austro-Hungarian Jew, and Grandpa on Dad's side is 100% Polish. Grandpa… Continue reading Colonel Wyckoff’s Lost Tombstone