Saturday, November 30, 2013

Herman Webster Mudgett's (H. H. Holmes) Grave

Photo by Karen Valentine

At Holy Cross Cemetery in Pennsylvania, one can find an unmarked grave.  This is not because the purported body inside the coffin encased by cement belonged to someone of little means who could afford no marker, but because there is a need to protect this final resting place.  If indeed there is rest for this person. 

This unmarked grave is where they buried the most prolific serial killer in America and possibly in all of
history.  Herman Webster Mudgett's life of crime did not necessarily start with murder, although some have speculated that he murdered as a young child.  He started out as a fraudster and a bigamist.  While in medical school, he bought insurance policies on bodies that were suppose to be used for medical research and teaching.  He stole the bodies and disfigured them, so that they were unrecognizable and collected on the insurance policies.  During his lifetime, he was married the three women at one time.  Around 1885, he purchased a drugstore in Chicago and a plot of land across from the drugstore where he began construction on a building that would become a place of horrors for possibly hundreds of people.

The Murder Castle was completed and opened as a hotel in 1893 to coincide with the opening of the Chicago World's Fair.  It was the pinnacle of a sinister and macabre plan by Dr. Henry Howard Holmes, the name Mudgett now called himself.  This "hotel" was built near the railroad, so that Holmes would have easy access to visitors to the World Fair and his hotel was in a desirable location and known to be quite posh.  What most people did not know, including the contractors who built the hotel, was that the building housed mazes, chutes, toxic gas lines, doors that opened only from the outside and other terrors.  No contractor knew the complete plans because Holmes fired them on a regular basis to keep his plans secret.  The chutes facilitated the transfer of bodies to gurneys where Holmes would conduct experiments on them, torture still living victims and dissect the bodies.  At times, Holmes would clean the skeletons and sell them to medical institutions. 

It was confirmed that Holmes killed nine people, but he wrote a confessional in which he admitted to 27 murders.  Holmes' great great grandson, Jeff Mudgett, has written the book Blood Stains detailing the life of H. H. Holmes and he claims that the number of murders could be upwards of a thousand.  Considering the proximity to the World's Fair and the secrets of the Murder Castle, I could believe that number.  Jeff Mudgett also hypothesizes that his infamous grandfather committed the murders attributed to Jack the Ripper.  Holmes was in London at the same time as the murders and as a doctor had the skills needed for the delicate organ removals the Ripper is credited with.  His return to America would explain why the evil deeds of Jack the Ripper came to such an abrupt end.

H. H. Holmes was eventually arrested, convicted and sentenced to death.  He was hung in 1896 at the age of 34.  As one can see, his grave needed to be concealed and protected by concrete to evade grave robbers and others with macabre plans.  And really, who would pay for a marker for one so evil?  The sad epilogue to this narrative are those left without graves and without peace: Holmes' victims.  Many were placed in pits of lime, while others were dissected down to skeletons and sold off so they were never identified or buried.  He cremated other victims as well.  Cremation was facilitated via a glass factory he had near the Murder Castle.  No glass was ever sold by the factory, but the fires burned hot enough to eliminate all human traces.   So sometimes, where the history of the dead lies, is unknown.  But that history is no less significant.  To that end, Jeff Mudgett has hopes for placing a memorial plaque near the site of the Murder Castle, the location of a post office today, to memorialize the victims.

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Unique Homemade Grave Markers

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While driving a back road near Savannah Georgia, we happened upon a small missionary baptist church behind a cluster of trees featuring its own cemetery.  This is a real rarity to find a church with its own cemetery burying people currently.  There were very few graves, but a couple caught our attention because they were unique.  Unique and homemade.  It was obvious that someone had poured out the slabs of cement and then used a stick to write upon them.  The centerpiece of these markers were large glass pieces.  We are left to wonder what the glass was meant to symbolize.  Possibly looking through the veil to the other side or perhaps the glass was just meant to be decorative.  Either way, there is no doubt these stones were made with love.
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Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Rendezvous With Death

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Our nation just observed the 50th anniversary of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy.  The President had a favorite poem by Alan Seeger.  President Kennedy always felt as though death was chasing him.  It chases us all.  And some are caught too soon.

I have a Rendezvous with Death
by Alan Seeger

I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.

God knows 'twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear...
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Sunbury Cemetery In Georgia

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This is a wonderful cemetery because it is basically all that is left of the once prosperous port town of Sunbury, Georgia.  Sunbury is now a famous ghost town, but it rivaled its neighbor city of Savannah at one time.  Sunbury was structured very similarly to Savannah with the town being arranged around squares, in this case there were three squares: Church, King's and Meeting.  The town was founded in 1758 and rose to prominence up until the American Revolution when it was occupied by the British and used as a place to imprison prisoners of war, one of whom was George Walton, a signer of the Declaration of Independence.  Sunbury went into decline and suffered a last blow in the Civil War as General Sherman brought his March To The Sea into town and burned down the Baptist Church.

The historical marker for Sunbury Cemetery reads, "In this Cemetery are buried men and women whose lives contributed much to the early history of Georgia.  Among these were the Rev. Wm. McWhir, D. D. and his wife. The Rev. Mr. McWhir was for 30 years Principal of the famous Sunbury Academy. Born in Ireland, September 9, 1759, he was graduated from Belfast College and was licensed to preach by the presbytery of the City. He died in Georgia, January 30, 1851.  Some burials were made in this plot in Colonial and Revolutionary Days, but most of the markers had been destroyed before 1870's."

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As one can surmise from the marker, Ireland native Rev. Dr. William McWhir is the most famous person buried here.  The Sunbury Academy became a well known higher learning center in the area under Rev. McWhir who replaced Rev. Reuben Hitchcock as headmaster.  He was an exceptional Greek and Latin scholar and well traveled throughout Europe.  Before settling in Sunbury, Rev. McWhir headed an academy in Alexandria, Virginia that boasted George Washington as a trustee.  He traveled to Florida as well to preach and helped establish Presbyterian churches in St. Augustine and Mandarin there.  He died in 1851 at 92 years of age.





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Only 34 grave markers remain in Sunbury Cemetery with the oldest one dating back to 1788.  The most recent is marked with the year 1911.


There are depressions throughout the grounds indicating that many more people are buried here than markers indicate.  Two families, the Dunham and Fleming-Law families, have plots encircled by iron fences. 

Lt. Charles H. Law is buried here with his grave marked by a stone donated by the United Daughters of the Confederacy.

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Georgia pioneers Rev. Samuel S. Law, who died here in 1837, and G. Law, who died in 1817, are buried here.  Rebecca was Rev. Law's first wife and passed away at only 35 years of age.
Rebecca
 
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Rev. Jacob H. Dunham preached to the poor without recompense and is considered a pioneer as well.  A smaller tombstone stands before his marker.  I'm not sure if this is for a child or a foot stone designating the end of Rev. Dunham's grave. 
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Ann H. Dunham passed away early in life at the age of  39.  I find it interesting that headstones like Ann's indicate months and days as part of the age as though every day on the earth was considered important.  In a time when life spans were not long, I can understand the desire to commemorate every day.
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The tombstone of Eliza Ann Richardson is decorated with a willow tree and an urn and she only lived until the age of eleven.  The symbol of the willow and urn came into popularity during the late 1700s and early 1800s.  The weeping willow is a symbol of grief and mourning while the urn symbolizes immortality.
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Sunbury Cemetery stands as a symbol that people once lived here and then died here and that is what reminds us that this is where history lies.
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Saturday, November 9, 2013

Memorializing The Dead

Since the dawn of human history, we have memorialized the dead.  We have done so through various means whether we have built megalithic structures, mounds, mausoleums and great memorials or simply piled the bodies in mass graves or cremated the remains or even hoisted the bodies above the earth or dumped them into the sea.  Cemeteries can be found in every country with some boasting ornate sculptures, while others are private and small.  We have followed certain rituals out of love or superstition.

Superstition and religion have played integral roles in the process of dealing with those who have lost their lives.  Some cultures believed that they needed to burn the dead to liberate their spirits.  Others put the lost inside of tombs that they could seal off to keep them at rest.  Burying the dead just made common sense when people realized that decay would set in and stink.  Burying prevented the transmission of disease as well. Over time, cultures began adopting various rituals or symbols to honor the dead.  Graves were marked with stones and eventually names were added.  In countries like Egypt, tombs were elaborate and decorated with gold and jewels and filled with items that they believed the dead would need in the afterlife.  They also practiced embalming of the deceased.

This grave marker was found in Edinburgh, Scotland under a parking lot and served as the final resting place of a medieval knight:
Not quite as fancy as this medieval knight's tomb found at The Louvre:
This blog is dedicated to sharing the way we have memorialized the dead and what history lies with them.