A Backward Glance

isited Graceland Cemetery in Chicago. I wanted to see the place where George Pullman had been buried. (That’s me beside his memorial in the picture above.) I’d been told that Graceland was a virtual “who’s who” of the powerful men who lived in Chicago during the 1800’s. I saw the
graves of Potter Palmer, Marshall Field, (that’s Marshall Field’s memorial on the left) Dexter Graves, (that’s Dexter Graves memorial on the right) John W. Root, Louis H. Sullivan and Allen Pinkerton (Allen Pinkerton’s memorial is lower right). I’d been told George Pullman’s memorial wasn’t showy or ornate. After seeing it, I beg to differ.While researching, I was amazed to learn that because Pullman feared his body would be kidnapped by disgruntled former employees, he had his body placed in a lead-lined box that was wrapped in tar paper and coated with an inch of asphalt. The casket was lowered into a pit thirteen feet long, nine feet wide and eight feet deep,
and rested on a concrete flooring 18 inches thick.
Once it was properly positioned, workers filled the space surrounding the casket with concrete to its upper lid. They then built the enclosing walls up to one-half inch above the asphalt coating on the coffin and placed 8 heavy T-rails transversely across the top. Resting on the concrete walls at either side, their lower surfaces cleared the asphalt cover by half an inch to allow for settling and to prevent the heavy steel from crushing the casket’s top. After the rails were bolted together by two long rods, more tar paper was placed on top to prevent the flow of additional concrete into the half inch space between the rails and the asphalt surrounding the coffin. Covered by even more concrete, the rods lay like a wall of stone and steel between Pullman and any wood-be grave robbers. A joke circulated after Pullman’s death that it was his wife who had actually made the austere burial arrangements because she wanted to be certain George didn’t return–a rather cruel joke!

I love cemeteries and the older, the better! (I don’t meet a lot of people who also enjoy visiting them.) Have you seen the book, Stories in Stone by Douglas Keister? My sister gifted me with it a few years ago and I loved learning about the symbols & icons on tombstones and memorials. (I’ll have to look and see if Pullman’s memorial is mentioned – the story sounds familiar to me so I bet it is!)
One of my favorite visits was at the church I grew up at in the rural Florida panhandle. One day the pastor took us on a hike through the woods (quite a distance from the old cemetery) to show us hidden deep in the forest a small grave-site. Apparently, long ago, a small wagon train was passing through the area and everyone got sick and passed away. They were all buried at that spot and the wagons broken down into fences surrounding the plots. 4 or 6 small enclosures. No engraved stones to mark the places. No one knows anything about them. Most people aren’t even aware the little grave-site exists.
I can spend hours walking up and down the rows in cemeteries, reading the epitaphs, comparing the dates, deciphering the symbols & iconography on the headstones. Imagining the heartbreak a mother felt at the row of 4 tiny stones that all say “baby Gellar”; markers for children, the eldery, those alone, and those surrounded by family. God was there in those lives as much as He is part of ours today and only He knows how many of those passed on I might one day meet. To me it’s awe-inspiring and also fertile ground for imagining their stories.
I haven’t seen Stories in Stone. I’ll have to look for it. Love the story about the pastor taking you for a hike to see the graves of those early pioneers. Like you, my imagination takes flight when I see and hear these stories or read the headstones.