Son of James Buford Scarbary, Sr. (1919-2008) and Myrtie Adams (d. 1988).
13 December 2016
06 December 2016
[Originally posted at the Southern Graves blog.]
"Egyptian, is perhaps the most funerary of all architecture," writes Douglas Keister in Forever Dixie: A Field Guide to Southern Cemeteries & Their Residents. This, of course, makes perfect sense. The very definition of an Egyptian pyramid, at it's core, is a tomb. History.com's article about the Egyptian Pyramids says this:
The pyramid's smooth, angled sides symbolized the rays of the sun and were designed to help the king's soul ascend to heaven and join the gods, particularly the sun god Ra.
Oftentimes, especially in cemeteries located in the southern United States, Eqyptian architecture is combined with more mainstream Christian symbols. Delmar Warren's pyramid tombstone at Rose Hill Cemetery in Macon, Georgia, however, is pretty plain.
Frankly, the simple display looks out of place amid the crosses, angels, flora, and fauna carved in stone around it and throughout the cemetery. So why was this particular tombstone placed for Delmar Arliss Warren (1911-1982)? A line from his obituary (16 January 1982, Augusta Chronicle) could hold the answer:
Mr. Warren attended schools in Macon and was a graduate of Georgia Tech. He served in the U.S. Navy in World War II, was a member of the American Institute of Architects and was a Methodist.
Furthermore, the 1940 Bibb County, Georgia Federal census – search it free here – provides Delmar's occupation as Architectural Designer.
Simple as that.
02 December 2016
Pictured here is a portion of lot 7 in block 2 of the Magnolia Ridge Section of Rose Hill Cemetery. The broken column tombstone was placed for a brother and sister – Harry (d. 1874) and Mary Raymond (1847-1877) Green.
The tablet to the right was placed for the siblings' grandparents, Oliver Hillhouse Prince and his wife Mary R. A lot could be written about Oliver. He lead the planning commission that laid out the city of Macon about 1822. He was a well-respected lawyer who compiled a couple of "Laws of Georgia" digests. He liked to write humorous literature.
What I am drawing your attention to today, however, is how Oliver and his wife died. They perished in the wreck of the Steam Ship "HOME" Monday, October 9, 1837. It happened off the coast of North Carolina. The couple was returning from a trip to Massachusetts, probably Boston, where Oliver was submitting work for the second Laws of Georgia digest. An account of the harrowing, deadly event was published in newspapers up and down the east coast. The following is from an article in New York's Commercial Advertiser dated Monday, 23 October 1837, referencing the Charleston Courier (South Carolina) from the Thursday before:
The gale commenced on Sunday afternoon, and the captain was anxious to double Cape Hatteras, with the intention of anchoring under its lee. About 4 o'clock on Monday, however, the boat commenced leaking so much as to render it necessary for all hands and the passengers to go to the pumps, and to bail, which was continued without intermission until she grounded. The water gained upon them so fast, that at about eight o'clock, the fire was extinguished, and the engine of course was stopped in its operations -- a sail was then hoisted, but was immediately blown away. Another was bent, and with this assistance, the boat slowly progressed toward the shore.
At 11 o'clock at night, the Home grounded, about 100 yards from the shore. The ladies had been all requested to go forward, as the place where they were most likely to reach the shore, bearing nearest the beach, but a heavy struck her there, and swept nearly half of them into the sea, and they were drowned. One boat was stove at this time. Another small boat was launched, with two or three persons in it, but capsized. The long boat was then put overboard, filled with persons, 25 in number, it is supposed, but did not get 15 feet from the side of the steamer before she upset, and it is the belief of our informant that not one of the individuals in her reached the shore. The sea was breaking over the boat at this time with tremendous force, and pieces of her were breaking off at times, and floating toward the shore, on some of which persons were clinging. One lady, with a child in her arms, was in the act of mounting the stairs to the upper deck, when the smoke stack fell, and doubtless killed her and her child on the spot. Some few of the ladies were lashed to the boat...
The hull of the boat broke into three pieces, and the shore was completely strewed with portions of the wreck, baggage, &c. for five or six miles in extent, the next morning...[Full article available at GenealogyBank's Newspaper Archive.]
Even more articles described an unseaworthy boat and an intoxicated captain.
I assumed the tablet placed in the Green family burial lot for Oliver and Mary was a cenotaph. Surely, they were lost at sea? Well, maybe not. I was surprised to find the following declaration in a biographical sketch of Oliver H. Prince printed in the 17 December 1913 Macon Telegraph (emphasis mine):
On the return trip to Savannah, the Home, the steamer on which [Oliver] and his wife were passengers, was wrecked off the coast of North Carolina. He, with other male passengers, was in the hold of the steamer trying to bail out the water, when the vessel sank and his body went down with it. His wife was washed ashore and was identified and buried near Wilmington, N.C., and afterward brought to Macon and now rests in Rose Hill cemetery, over whom is a monument erected by their children to her and her husband…[Full article available at GenealogyBank's Newspaper Archive.]
According to cemetery records, Dr. James Mercer Green (father of Harry and Mary Green) bought the lot in Rose Hill in April of 1852. That would suggest Mary R. Prince was exhumed from her grave in North Carolina almost fifteen years after the sinking of Steam Ship Home. I'll admit to being skeptical. Anyone have information to share?
25 November 2016
A tribute to young Leila was printed in the 5th August 1865 Macon Telegraph (Georgia) newspaper. I enjoyed reading it, so thought I'd share it here. I was especially impressed with the implication, no matter how benign, that Leila went through some growing pains -- a notion that certainly applies to teenagers to this day, more than 150 years after her death.
LEILA F. ROSE.
"Gather the rose buds while ye may,
For time is ever flying;
The lovely flower that blooms to-day,
To-morow shall be dying."
How forcibly are we reminded of the truth of the above thought, by the early and untimely death of our young friend.
"Your life is even a vapour that continueth for a little while, and then vanisheth away."
The promises of love and friendship serve for the time to brighten the future prospect and awaken joyous anticipations which dissipate the shadows that early begin to gather around the pathway; but like all the hopes of earth, they must die in disappointment. If we taste them, it is only to quicken our thirst for a deeper draught, and then -- to feel more painfully the loss of short-lived pleasures which were once our own.
The calm dignity, the eminent social qualities, the urbanity of our young friend had gathered around her a large circle of associates, who appreciated the pleasures of her society.
Three years ago she felt the importance of seeking more enduring pleasures than could be obtained in the fitful enjoyments of the world. She sought the peace of heart which comes from above, the gift of grace, the value of which is seemingly enhanced by a consciousness of moral and religious rectitude. Under the abiding and cheering conviction that she had obtained the "pearl of great price," she united with the Baptist church of this city, of which she remained a member until taken to the church triumphant.
Under the impulses of her vivacious young nature, the peculiar temptations of the times, and the influence of young companions, she, like thousands of others who have enjoyed much longer experiences in walking the "path of the just," wavered for a time, but soon saw and felt her folly and abandoned it.
On her dying bed she enjoyed this sentiment, which she requested a friend to sing,
"Jesus sought me when a stranger
Wandering from the fold of God;
He to save my soul from danger
Interposed His precious blood."
Her many good qualities of mind and heart bid fair to develop a true, noble and useful woman, and constitute her an ornament of the church, but at the early age of seventeen years, she has been called to a seat in the upper sanctuary. She died in the calm and full assurance of her acceptance with God through the merits of His Son.
"Early, bright, transient, chaste as the morning dew,
She sparkled, was exhaled and went to heaven."
Marion Preston Rose (1840-1861), Leila Foote Rose (1848-1865), and Annie Rose Ross (1850-1888) were sisters. Other siblings, though unknown to these three, were mentioned here. Edgar Alfred Ross (1850-1929) was the husband of Annie. He married again, a few years after Annie's death, to Fanny Prescott (1857-1938).
The flip side of this granite obelisk bears the inscription for Simri Rose (1799-1869) and his wife Lavinia Blount Rose (1812-1883).
23 November 2016
Three children of Simri and Lavinia Rose. This stone can be found in the Magnolia Ridge section of Rose Hill Cemetery.
Born July 1st, 1831
Died Mar 10th, 1833
Born Apr 4th, 1833
Died Oct 22d, 1833
Born June 26th, 1834
Died Feb'y 4th, 1836
They bloom in Heaven.
Notice Virginia Caroline died less than a month before the birth of Caroline Georgia. Unless remains were moved from another location, this is likely not the site of their burial. This lot was purchased by Simri Rose in 1840.
As buds of earth born flowers
came they forth.
And were cut down.
20 November 2016
Lots in Rose Hill Cemetery began to be sold about May of 1840. According to the cemetery's records, the lot where the following stone, memorializing members of the James Blount family, was placed was purchased by Simri Rose – the developer of Rose Hill – on 28 July 1840. Unless remains were moved from another location, the stone placed is a cenotaph: "a tomb or a monument erected in honor of a person or group of persons whose remains are elsewhere." [Merriam-Webster]
Rumor has it James and Elizabeth Blount were buried in Jones County, Georgia.
Born 28th June 1780
Died 12th Dec 1820
Son of Col. Edmund and Judith Blount
of Washington Co, N.C.
Consort of James Blount
Daughter of P. S. and Nancy Roulhac
Born 4th Oct 1786
Died 17th Feb 1834
Edmund Sharpe Blount
Son of James & Elizabeth Blount
Born 10th Sept 1806
Died in 1826
Erected by John M. Blount, 1851.
This marble to thy memory
the "Golden Bowl was broken"
when scarce I knew thee
for the lessons thou hast taught me
I can give thee but a tomb, it
bears thy name too soon.
Note: "the Golden Bowl was broken" references the Bible. Ecclesiastes 12:6 (KJV), to be specific – "Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth..."
5…because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets.
6Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern.
7Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it…
11 November 2016
The Southern's Ponce de Leon came through here at 8:20 p.m. bearing the body of the distinguished soldier, statesman and educator to his final honors among his friends and neighbors in Macon.
From Augusta Chronicle (Georgia)
23 September 1929 - pg. 1 [via GenealogyBank]
IMPRESSIVE RITE TO MARK FUNERAL OF 'NAT' E. HARRIS
Company of National Guard to Fire Salute Over Casket
High State Officials Among Many to Pay Last Respects to Georgian
Macon, Ga., Sept 22 (AP) -- Georgia tomorrow will pay its last respects to Nathaniel Edwin Harris, former governor, distinguished Confederate veteran and father of the Georgia School of Technology, who died last night at his summer home at Hampton, Tenn., after a lingering illness...
The casket will be draped with the Stars and Bars of the Confederacy and a company of national guardsmen will fire a military salute over the grave. Taps will be sounded as the casket is lowered.
...Governor Harris was 84 years of age and had been suffering for more than a year from trouble that forced his retirement from public life. During the last few weeks he had been sinking gradually and his illness, together with advanced age, soon wore down his resistance. The end came a few hours after he lost consciousness yesterday afternoon. The family was at his bedside for several days before his death...
Myers, Barton. "Nathaniel E. Harris (1846-1929)." New Georgia Encyclopedia. 14 May 2013. Web.