Resident of Macomb, IL. I have worked on several cemetery restoration projects in McDonough County through my role as a Boy Scout leader, and this has turned into a hobby for me.

As I add photos, I have added memorials which I would be glad to transfer, if requested.

When fulfilling photo requests, I will also photograph all nearby family members, as well as other nearby memorials, especially veterans.

I found this poem which captures the feeling of photographing graves:

The Recording of a Cemetery

Today we walked where others walked
On a lonely, windswept hill;
Today we talked where other cried
For Loved Ones whose lives are stilled.

Today our hearts were touched
By graves of tiny babies;
Snatched from the arms of loving kin,
In the heartbreak of the ages.

Today we saw where the grandparents lay
In the last sleep of their time;
Lying under the trees and clouds -
Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.

Today we wondered about an unmarked spot;
Who lies beneath this hollowed ground?
Was it a babe, child, young or old?
No indication could be found.

Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay.
We had been here once before
On a day we'd all like to forget,
But will remember forever more.

Today we recorded for kith and kin
The graves of ancestors past;
To be preserved for generations hence,
A record we hope will last.

Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend,
For stones sometimes crumble to dust
And generations of folks yet to come
Will be grateful for your trust.

— Thelma Greene Reagan

Resident of Macomb, IL. I have worked on several cemetery restoration projects in McDonough County through my role as a Boy Scout leader, and this has turned into a hobby for me.

As I add photos, I have added memorials which I would be glad to transfer, if requested.

When fulfilling photo requests, I will also photograph all nearby family members, as well as other nearby memorials, especially veterans.

I found this poem which captures the feeling of photographing graves:

The Recording of a Cemetery

Today we walked where others walked
On a lonely, windswept hill;
Today we talked where other cried
For Loved Ones whose lives are stilled.

Today our hearts were touched
By graves of tiny babies;
Snatched from the arms of loving kin,
In the heartbreak of the ages.

Today we saw where the grandparents lay
In the last sleep of their time;
Lying under the trees and clouds -
Their beds kissed by the sun and wind.

Today we wondered about an unmarked spot;
Who lies beneath this hollowed ground?
Was it a babe, child, young or old?
No indication could be found.

Today we saw where Mom and Dad lay.
We had been here once before
On a day we'd all like to forget,
But will remember forever more.

Today we recorded for kith and kin
The graves of ancestors past;
To be preserved for generations hence,
A record we hope will last.

Cherish it, my friend; preserve it, my friend,
For stones sometimes crumble to dust
And generations of folks yet to come
Will be grateful for your trust.

— Thelma Greene Reagan