The most interesting lesson in looking at my grandfather's tombstone is what's not there now. When his wife Madeleine died in 1976, my then 64 year old grandfather (and thrifty Mainer) had this tombstone made and his name and dates put on it as: 1912-19__. He figured he would never see the next century. Wrong. We had to have the 19 dug out of the stone to properly put in 2007.
No picture on this one (although someday I hope to get one):
Jawbone Corner Cemetery (Nova Scotia)
“To the memory of Rhoda, wife of Capt. Peter Wickwire, a native of Colchester, State of
Connecticut, who died Sep 24, 1802 in the 78th year of her age. Gentle reader drop a mournful tear; the best of mothers, wives and friends lies here.
Beneath this marble monument the remains of the Reverend Samuel Porter were laid down, a man who because of the agility of his mental faculties was prominently known for his piety, good sense, and benevolence, and who was conspicuous for the kindness of his character, a burning herald of the Gospel and ornament of true teaching, a shining example of the life of Christ, the most vigilant and kind-hearted pastor of the Church at Sherbourn through twenty-four years, engaged in both human learning and sacred Theology, and greatly gifted and benefited by accomplishments and loving associates he passed over to the heavenly Regions from this Life on the sixteenth Day of September A.D. 1758 at age 49.