Today Deke, Pam and I started out at 9:00 AM and headed to Flora, Deer Creek, Logansport and Kokomo to visit/decorate family graves. After placing a saddle on Dave's grave in Flora we visited the Segraves' cemetery near Deer Creek. This is the place where the infamous Harry Butz is buried. Just to show you how small our world is, we ran into a relative in the graveyard and caught up on even more family history. We arrived at the Logansport cemetery just in time to participate in the Memorial Day services. It was a regular small-town ceremony with a 21 gun salute, parade, band, American Legion veterans, wreath on the soldiers' monument, horse with the backward boot in the stirrups and taps played by 2 high school boys. Very stirring and so welcomed in this day of patriotic apathy. We proceeded to Kokomo where we stuffed ourselves with decadent tenderloin sandwiches, then drove out of town to find the Dimmitt homestead and nearby cemeteries in which our families are buried. When we stopped at the Dimmitt homestead, the owner was working in the front yard. We chatted with him for a few minutes and exchanged names in case he ever wanted to expand his knowledge of the history of the farm. Actually, he already knew a lot of what we know, as the former owner had passed on her knowledge of the farm when she sold the place to him 8 years ago.
It was a beautiful day with perfect weather and we all had a great time reconnecting with our ancestors via headstone information. At the oldest plots, we were unable to glean much information as the markers were carved from marble, making much of the names and dates unreadable. If there was any intrigue from the day's adventure, it was found on a stone adjacent to my great grandparents' monument. We encountered a name none of us recognized even though the last name was Dimmitt. I called Carole Siler, our only remaining relative who can still recall information, but she was unable to shed much light on the person other than to say that she and Mom had the same conversation at one time with Mom saying she thought he was some distant relative. But Carole and Mom would have known all the cousins etc so this still remains a mystery. Hmmmmm.
We returned home around 4PM and crashed on the front porch swing with iced tea in our hands. Later, we picked strawberries and asparagus and even got in some mowing. Deke is at the Delphi airport "kiting" his paraglider, preparing for his solo flight with his instructor who will come next week to check him out. It's a lazy, hot, somewhat humid Indiana Memorial Day.
Aah, perfection!
Dimmitt farmstead established in 1864