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Cemeteries and the Strange Lack of History

I think you already know how this goes: I'm on vacation, driving down the road when suddenly I see it.

"I wanna go there," I point at a cemetery.

My husband laughs.  Here we are in Hawaii and this is what I want to do.  But come on, check out this cemetery:

Don't blink.

Whenever I visit a new cemetery, I always try to find some history on the grounds themselves.  With the exception of Comet Lodge, this is usually a fruitless task.  I even tried the County Assessor Office this time, but it doesn't seem to go far back enough in time.

For some reason, I couldn't even find a sign, so I had to drop a pin on my location and do a web search.  The cemetery name is Saint Catherine's, and it's a little over a century old.  It was consecrated in 1887, and some of the stones are from that time frame.  It is still an active cemetery and there seems to be plenty of room for new stones.  As you may have guessed by the name, it is a Catholic cemetery that provides service to the eponymous church.

The first thing I noticed from the road is this:


It's tucked in the rear left corner as you face the cemetery, and the land is set on a gentle slope.  As I walked my four-year-old up the incline, she pointed up at the top figure, "Who put Jesus on the cross?  That's not nice."




Many explanations later, and we were heading back towards something that looked like butterfly wings.

Which is exactly what it was.


This particular cemetery had a decent number of unphotographed memorials on Find-a-grave, so I decided to upload some of the pictures I had taken.  Surprisingly, some of the graves weren't even listed on Find-A-Grave, so I added them.  Yes, apparently anybody who's registered can just add a memorial to their website.  Oddly enough, when I updated the GPS coordinates for my friend's grave, the whole thing went through a review process.  Contribution-wise, I'm a noob and I have no idea what I'm doing.  They really should keep me on a tighter leash.


This one was located outside of the grounds, which has to have some sort of story behind it.

Some of the unlisted memorials were from the 1990s, which made me think about the three people I have searched for but never found.  I just assumed that if they weren't on Find-A-Grave, they weren't buried.  Maybe they were scattered.  Maybe they are sitting on someone's shelf.  Maybe they were buried under a tree.  But there is a small possibility that their gravesites have just never been added to the website.

A mound!  This was the only grave with one.

So I guess I'll keep looking.  In the meantime, Aloha from the angel.



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