The Lady in Red - Her Body Preserved in Alcohol.

I love that you don’t rush it and show us more, it’s not always about the destination but more about the journey. Never stop taking us on your diversions!

A cemetery is like a library filled with stories.

Hi Ron, in St Joseph ,Mo a cemetery worker noticed a door became unhiged to a small red bricked , he went and got another workeŕ and they took the door off to fix it. Inside the small mausoleum laying on a peice of plywood held up on 2 wooded horses used by carpenters was a woman in her wedding dress, she died in 1879 while giving birth. The workers said she looked like she was taking a nap. They said she was very beautiful. Staying beautiful after all these years. The book says the husband moved back to New York with the other kids.

I can hear my Dad right now, “ You know that’s a really popular cemetery, people are dying to get in there” 🤦🏻‍♀️😏 DAD! lol ❤ him

I appreciate that you get off topic while telling the life story of someone, because you are bringing back the memories of others. And, to the loved ones, that's very special.

To tell the difference Coffin=6sides,casket=4 sides Cemetary=stand alone Graveyard= attached to a church

This was quite a treat for me. I was born and grew up in Lexington, Mississippi. I grew up and moved away in 1966, so I wasn't still there when The Lady In Red was discovered, but I heard all about it from my younger siblings. It was a BIG deal there back in the day. The cemetery itself was like a big nostalgia trip for me. I saw so many headstones marked Lundy and Pitchford, my maternal grandparents and great-grandparents. And so many other names I recognized. Thanks for this. I truly enjoyed it.

I just discovered your channel. I have adopted graves near family members, when I think no one visits them any longer. I always say a prayer.

I too, like reading the tombstones! One day we were visiting family at Woodmere Cemetery in Detroit, and as I was reading one, it said Katherine born in 1868 and it was that day, her birthday! I told everyone come on let's sing happy birthday to her. We did, cuz she reached out to us for us to notice.

“ A little flower of love that blossomed but to die, transplanted now above to bloom with God on high.” In Georgetown Grand Cayman, there is a very old child’s stone right in town by the main highway at a church, and it is carved with this sentiment.

I ran across one of your stories several months back & every since I've followed you.. I always felt I was weird because when I was depressed,, or lonely I'd pack my kids up & walk to the nearest cemetery by my home & set for hour's,, I'd tell my young son's stories about what a cemetery was,, etc.. They soon became accustomed to the place & they new where all the kids & baby's were & would always bring a toy & want to play in that section.. They never displayed fear.. As for myself it was just so beautiful & Serene & there I always felt peace♥️ Glad I found your channel..

I love hearing the old stories and I love how you respect the dead!!

Thanks for the post! Years ago I worked as a night watchman at a new York cemetery....I would walk every hour with a watch dog circulating the grounds..I found so much history reading the stone epitaphs and feeling the vibes around me...it was peaceful because I respected the dead...I miss that job...gave me another perspective on life.

The lambs with no gravestones may be unnamed babies such as stillborns.

Headstones from centuries ago are absolutely stunning Imagine how much they would cost to be made these days The details on them are incredible

The company was called Fisk and Patterson. Patterson was fisk's brother-in-law and when Fisk died, Patterson took the company over. Each one of these iron Fisk caskets were $100 in the 1800s whereas a wooden coffin cost $2. Anyone who was buried in a Fisk coffin was someone of elite status or beloved by another of elite status. As for the African-American female who was found in New York's fisk coffin in Elmhurst Queens was determined to have died of the chickenpox. Patterson had an iron coffin where the faceplate was made incorrectly and could not be sold and that's how she became buried in it as she worked for Mr Patterson. The reason she was placed in a different coffin is the backhoe operator destroyed the coffin accidentally in 2012 when she was un earthed. She was in her twenties an has been identified, no longer forgotten.

This is mind boggling for sure.. In researching, I read that her casket glass was broken during discovery. I assume they had to transfer her to a new coffin/casket and in doing so, they were able to view her attire and take pictures. I also read that her shoes were "tiny, low broad heel boots".. made "from silk or leather going almost to mid-calf" with square toes. The description of her attire sounds expensive. It also states that her casket was "custom made", so she must have came from a family of prominence or wealth (IMO). (Newspaper article written Biggers, Jane., 29 Aug 1969)

The flaks on the back of the tree with the cross and anchor are a wine jar (tapered bottom) and an oil flask. Reminiscent of the Bible verse of the virgins who were prepared for the coming of the bridegroom. Edit: could also be interpreted as an oil jar and lamp, but is subjective. Either way, it's in reference to the same passage.

You're such an interesting guy to listen to. I admire your passion when it comes to paying respects to the dead. I'm so glad I found your channel