A beautiful bronze angel lays a well-deserved palm on the monument to James Martinus Schoonmaker, who as a 22-year-old colonel in the Union Army led a charge that, years later, earned him the Medal of Honor. Of course, gallantry in combat does not bring in the sort of money that buys extraordinary works of art for one’s grave. That came from the coke industry and the Pittsburgh & Lake Erie Railroad.
What shall we call this style? Father Pitt has heard it called “Byzantine,” but that does not seem right to him; it seems more Romanesque, but with an unusual domed cupola. The cupola adds impressive height, and in spite of the difficulty he had assigning the structure to a particular style, old Pa Pitt thinks it is a pleasing and harmonious design.
One might expect Henry Clay Frick to rest in a huge mausoleum, but in fact when he went to see Mr. Carnegie in hell he was buried in a modest grave overlooked by a large but very plain classical monument. The rest of his family is also buried here—even Helen and Childs, who refused to speak to each other after the reading of their father’s will, are buried in the same plot, although almost as far apart as possible.
The graves in this plot all match, except for the monument to Childs and his wife, which is entirely different. All the matching graves have places for flower urns, and when Father Pitt visited, someone had left artificial roses for Henry and Adelaide.
A particularly splendid Egyptian temple; it would be rather ordinary but for the broad porch that wraps around three sides, making it magnificent.
A standard Ionic temple, though the inset porch is a somewhat unusual touch.
