Tombstone Tuesday: Adventures

On Monday, I set out to visit two cemeteries, knowing that it will be the last visit for the season. My goal for the day, visit Rosehill Cemetery in Chicago to find Emma Felske’s gravesite and St. Luke’s Cemetery in Chicago to find Augusta Freiburger’s gravesite. Both of these ladies were my grandmothers aunts  (I have just recently found their obituaries) making them my great-great aunt.

The reason for the outing today is that the weather her in Chicago is supposed to get into the 20’s by end of the week. We are expecting the worst winter on record this year, so looking for gravesites will definitely be out of the question. As I posted on Twitter when I was getting ready to leave, I gave the reason for going today as snow by end of week. By the time I was ready to pick up my coat, I looked outside and huge snowflakes were falling. So, like any midwesterner, I grabbed my mittens/gloves and set out (my boots were already in the car). Luckily, it was warm enough outside that the snow melted before it even hit the ground. The boots were not necessary, but the gloves definitely came in useful.

The first stop was Rosehill cemetery (it should have been the last). I have many relatives buried here and feel I knew the cemetery well enough that this would be an easy trip. I went to the office and asked for the grave location of Emma (and even checked to see if her brother Ted was buried here, he was not). I was then given a map of the cemetery and a map of the section. Off I went!

While I was driving through this large cemetery, I got a call and spoke with a friend from grammar school. The conversation is not so significant (right now, at least). When I finally made it to section 119 where Emma was buried, I parked and got of the car and started my search. Because of the recent weather most of the flat stones were covered in wet leaves and pine needles. I felt so bad because I had to use my foot to clean them off. I was taught better than that, and it really bothered me. Anyhow, I continued my conversation with my friend and she laughed as I complained that I could not find the stone I wanted. I looked over the map several times and even started over from the corner to try to start over. Finally, my friend said that I should get off the phone and I might find it. Ok, so we finished up and I continued my search for Emma.

After about a full hour of search (with and without the phone call) I still could not find the stone. I decided to walk to another section where there was a work truck. I spoke with the man and asked him for assistance. He was kind enough to get out of the truck and walk section 119 with me. Still no luck. Another work truck was in the area and he radio’d them to come and help us out.

One of them finally found a stone with the Felske name. Not the Felske I was looking for, but a Felske none the less. There was this large  bush (it could totally take up the front seat of my SUV) and underneath the side of it was a stone for Edward Felske. In my heart, I knew I would not see Emma’s stone. I just knew it would be under that bush. The 3 guys working so hard to find the stone kept telling me that there is no stone there.

Finally, one of the guys on the smaller side got down and crawled under the center of the bush. Talk about great customer service! He finally calls out that yes, there is a stone there. But, it is completely covered in dirt. While another guy runs back to the other section to get a spade out of the truck to assist him.

Guess who the stone was for. Did you guess Emma Felske? If so you are correct and can probably understand that my heart is broken to not be able to see the stone. The third guy finally crawled under the bush and was using the spade to remove more of the dirt to completely verify who the stone was for. The other two gentlemen went back to work.

I crawled under the bush to take a picture, the best possible in this circumstance. Guy #3 told me to talk with the office about a work order to get the bushes pruned back. It was actually two bushes that had grown together and now look like 1 large bush.

Guess who will be visiting this grave again in the spring? Yeah, me. Hope the cemetery will take care of the bushes. *Thats a post for another day.

As a side not, I did make it to the second cemetery and found the graves in a matter of minutes. I unfortunately went home with dirty knees from spending so much time trying to get under the bush to find and document this grave.



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  1. That’s wonderful that the men took time to help you. I’m glad you were finally able to find it and hope it’s in better condition when you go back in the spring. Good luck with all that snow! In Kentucky, they’re predicting below normal temps and above average precipitation. Looks like it’s going to be a long winter.

    1. Lora, I was so grateful for the men to help to this extent. When I usually go to the cemetery, I bring my youngest who is 15. She has such luck at finding graves, and if she can’t she will ask, and who can say no to a teenage girl wanting to find a certain grave. I do hope the cemetery will take care of the bushes.

      As for the snow, we have the same predictions here. I usually do not pay any attention to them, but this year I did. My garage is ready, shovels by the door with the salt to melt the ice. We are ready!

      Thanks for stopping by and commenting, I appreciate it!

    1. Steph,

      It really was. Very true about the landmark for now. If they will not take care of it for me. I think I found a descendant to have take care of it. Hopefully.

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