Cemetery Caretaker's Daughter

The graves of many famous people are at Arlington Nationel Cemetary. It did not start out that way. In 1861, a Confederate General and his wife owned the house and the land. That General was Robert E. Lee. His house was across the river from Washington, D.C. The Union Army took over the land at the start of the Civil War. Union soldiers that were killed in the war was buried near the house. These soldiers were poor. Their families could not pay for them to be buried. Arlington was called a "potter's field." A potters field is a place where poor or unknown people are buried. After the war, something odd started to happen. Union officers asked to be buried at Arlington. They wanted to be near those men who had been in the war with them. Americans

Right now, Los Angeles National Cemetery is not accepting new burials. According to officials, they have virtually no room left. In special cases, burial there is possible. For instance, veterans may be able to share a gravesite with a family member already buried there. Additionally, burial spaces open up when a body is exhumed, although this is a rare event. For the most part, Los Angeles National Cemetery doesn’t accept new veteran burials.

Park your car and take a stroll through the burying ground. Stop and read the markers and they will tell you their story of ordinary people making their living from the land and sea. When you stroll, please do so with the utmost respect

Ms. Gray started this project without knowing that it was an African American cemetery and started to clean it up because it was a place that she visited as a young child and was in ruins even back then. For the past year, she took it upon herself to resort the neglect cemetery by recruiting volunteers and even started a nonprofit organization to keep the effort going. Ms. Gray has become attached to the cemetery stating “I know them by their names. They’ve become my family, they were people who lived among us. They deserve respect, especially the veterans.”(Wall Street Journal) She believes that she has shown

Now if the dead are buried far away from their homes, graves are decorated with the idea that the dead return their first and then to their how with livens. Mexicans visit graveyards, decorate the graves in their best forms and spend time there, in the presence of their departed friends, family members and lovesome. In some villages, they lay flower petals as paths, candles and offerings along the path leading from the cemetery to their homes. The spirits will be able to find their way. In some communities, it is expected to spend the whole night in the cemetery, and people throw a party of it, having a picnic supper, playing music, talking and drinking through the night. Gatherings are often held during the yearly event, it can involve the

The narrator (Death) is telling the story in 1st person. She thinks hard about the line of work she is in because she takes notes about everything around her, Like on page four when she is wondering “What color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?”. She sees life in color because of the line of work she is in, it helps her to relax and cope.

This grand story takes set in Germany World War II, with death himself being the narrator. As the story goes he talks about collecting souls and how he envy’s the living, for we can die and he cannot. But one night he takes special interest in one human, which would be Liesel Meminger. This all started the night Liesel and her brother Werner were to be shipped off to a family in Germany (Liesel was 9 years old at the time and her brother 6). They were being sent away because their parents were suspected to be communists. That sort of thing wasn’t allowed at least not during World War II. But on their journey Liesel’s brother dies. That is the first time death takes notice of Liesel. At the funeral of Werner’s death Liesel steals her first book, The Grave Digger’s Handbook, it was accidently dropped by a cemetery worker. That was when death labeled her “the book thief”. During the course of the story she keeps her nickname, for she steals several other stories, which her papa shows her how to read with them.

According to the U.S. Department of Veteran Affairs (“History and development of the national cemetery administration”, 2015), the origin of National cemeteries began during the Civil War. Prior to the establishment of such places, fallen soldiers’ were often buried on battlefields, nearby campsites, or taken to the families chosen cemetery. However as the war progressed, the chaos and limited land titles led to quick and inadequate burials. Neither the Union nor the Confederacy were equipped with the awareness and resources to properly bury their soldiers’.

The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman is about a boy who escaped his parent’s killer. He ran into a graveyard and his dead mom asked the ghosts would protect him. Mr. And Mrs. Owen took him in and named him Bod short for “nobody”. Bod had many qualities that made him who he was, he was curious, strong minded, and friendly. Bod was curious even when he was a baby.

As the Director of LINC, I led the team that verified the accuracy of burial and headstone placement through inspection for each gravesite using the cemetery layout maps, historical burial records, and printout from the Burial Operations Support System (BOSS). In doing so guided my senior staff through conducting a grave-by-grave, 100% assessment of the entire cemetery. My challenge was to coordinate and record the correction of these sensitive discrepancies. The corrective measures required family notification, the disinterment, and re-interment of remains with burials dating back over 40 years for some. I worked to prevent a media incident that would cause widespread speculation and further damage the VA in the public forum.

Dad was gone. I don't know how me and mom are going to get over the fact that he is dead. I'm starting to cheer up but that's just because of John. “The farm looks really good” said John. Thanks, me and mom worked really hard to keep it up and going while you all were gone. It was hard.” Mom is taking his death very hard” he said. “Yeah she is, Bub i miss dad alot” I said.” Look at me, you need to stay strong, your are the only one holding us all together right now Mary.”he said. I cried on his shoulder for a good long while until mom called for supper and we raced to the

A mortician is when a person’s business is preparing dead bodies for burial or cremation and making arrangements for funerals. I would like to take place in this business because my father and my grandfather are in this particular profession. Even though this is just an idea I would like to carry down the profession and help families during their hard times. I like to help people and their families, so I believe that this would be a good job for me. My dad has taught me a couple of things in the profession, like how to embalm, one thing you use is formaldehyde which helps preserve the bodies. My personality fits this job because I am loyal, hardworking, and determined worker who will give the best in the business and try to make the best of

I attended the African Burial Ground and this was a very pleasant experience. I naturally enjoy museums because they provide a sense of peacefulness, but when I arrived at the burial ground I felt unease. It was my first time on sacred land, it was also my first time at a black museum so I was thrilled. At first, I didn’t really feel anything while reading the notes on the outside of the building but once I got inside everything changed. On the inside, there were lots of visuals and information on display. Learning about the struggles your people overcame at the burial ground is a different feeling compared to being at home or in a classroom reading textbooks about the same struggles. There was a section in the museum where a timeline was

My questions were answered when I began researching my great-grandfather Benjamin. I instantly became absorbed with this long-deceased member of my family. It got to the point that I had to know everything about him. This required a field trip to my hometown where, along with my grandparents, he is buried. I remember visiting my grandfather’s plot as a little girl when my grandmother would visit every Sunday to decorate his grave. I had never seen any other family graves in the vicinity, but I was young and those kinds of things were of little interest to me

The cemetery I chose to visit and explore was the Woodlawn Cemetery in the Bronx. On the way to the cemetery I couldn’t help but feel anxious. When I began to drive past the cemetery to its entrance, all I could see were miles and miles of headstones. It was eerie to say the least. As a kid, whenever my family would drive by a cemetery, my siblings and I would hold our breath until we passed so as to not breathe in the wandering, lost souls. Actually going into a cemetery to look around seemed counterintuitive, I wasn’t sure if I would be able to hold my breath for that long. It didn’t help that right when I entered those black gates that separated the living from the dead, clouds of smoke and ash permeated the air around me due to bodies being cremated on site.