This slightly chunky but still graceful statue looks individual enough to be a portrait. Of whom? If it was a portrait of Emma Lohmeyer, it is curious that her death date was never filled in. But perhaps if she looked like this when she was widowed at fifty, we need not seek too far for an explanation.
Not a very artistic stump, but a huge one, so that counts for something. The living tree that has grown up beside it shows us that nature still has a thing or two to teach us about constructing an appealing tree trunk.
A curiously eclectic design: rustic stone in a classical shape with medieval columns. The combination is not displeasing, but it does have the look of having been assembled from a children’s toy building set.
Alice O’Mara (1854-1895) keeps a stern eye on everything that goes on in this section of the cemetery. Mostly she scolds groundhogs.
A particularly tasteful statue of the Blessed Virgin was, when Father Pitt visited, pressed into service holding a twig wreath and a bouquet of artificial daisies. This unusual monument presides over a family plot of matching headstones. The earliest burial is “Our Geneva” (1883-1903), but from the style old Pa Pitt would guess that the monument is more likely to date from the death of her mother (1921) or father (1927).
