Saturday, April 23, 2016

Gravestone Onomastics

Recently I decided that a fun project would be to create a list of all of the legible names from tombstones that I've photographed around here.  I actually made a spreadsheet listing surname, maiden name, given name(s), honorific or rank, spouse's name, parents' names, year of death, age at death, and the cemetery and state; the dates were to note when the name would have been given.  Then I didn't know what to do with my spreadsheet, and while it may not be completely on-topic here, it's the best place I have to put it.

There are 466 individuals from graves in 11 cemeteries: Wethersfield (Connecticut; to be written up in the near future), South Hadley, Old Hadley, Amherst, Maplewood in Springfield, Calvary in Holyoke, East Parish Burying Ground in Newton, and Copp's Hill, King's Chapel, Granary and Central Burying Grounds in Boston.

This list is not at all comprehensive; it's only based on what I could decipher while embiggening on my photos (though I was kind of shocked at how detailed some of them were, even when zoomed in). I did not set any strict cut-off dates, so these date from about 1630 to about 1920--all 11 of the Winthrops, spanning almost three centuries, are on the same stone--though the majority are from the 18th century. I also listed every spelling variant separately. Of course "Abigail" and "Abigaile" are basically the same, as are "Lowel" and "Lowell," but if the point is to make an amateur study of the names, those variants can be noteworthy. The names are given in descending order of frequency.

Female Given Names Male Given Names Surnames
Mary (34) John (30) Smith (13)
Elizabeth (19) Samuel (25) Warner (12)
Sarah (18) William (17) Winthrop (11)
Abigail (12) Thomas (13) Griswold (10)
Hannah (7) Joseph (12) Buck (8)
Rebecca (7) Jonathan (9) Cook (8)
Anne (6) James (8) Montague (8)
Ann (5) David (6) Day (7)
Lydia (5) Benjamin (5) Stillman (7)
Ruth (5) Edward (5) Wolcott (7)
Eunice (4) Isaac (5) Dickinson (6)
Rebekah (4) Ebenezer (4) Fuller (6)
Anna (3) George (4) Green (6)
Elisabeth (3) Josiah (4) Beadle (5)
Huldah (3) Moses (4) Deming (5)
Jerusha (3) Stephen (4) Hanmer (5)
Martha (3) Elisha (3) May (5)
Mehetable (3) Enos (3) Parker (5)
Deliverance (2) Henry (3) Ward (5)
Eliza (2) Timothy (3) Williams (5)
Harriet (2) Adam (2) Bernard (4)
Lucy (2) Daniel (2) Blin (4)
Miriam (2) Eleazer (2) Goodman (4)
Polly (2) Elias (2) Goodrich (4)
Prudence (2) Francis (2) Moody (4)
Sally (2) Joshua (2) Nash (4)
Susannah (2) Michael (2) Porter (4)
Abiah Nathan (2) Robbins (4)
Abigaile Peter (2) Wells (4)
Annah Robert (2) Woodhouse (4)
Azubah Seth (2) Wright (4)
Barbara Aaron Chapin (3)
Betsy Abraham Crane (3)
Beulah Alvin Dix (3)
Billisent Ansell Hale (3)
Bridget Ashbel Hall (3)
Caroline Boyssou Hammond (3)
Catherine Caleb Hide (3)
Charlotte Charles Judd (3)
Chloe Chow Skinner (3)
Deborah Christopher Stoddard (3)
Desire Crafts Treat (3)
Dorcas Crispus Welles (3)
Editha Elihu White (3)
Elizebeth Elijah Woodbridge (3)
Emily Eliphas Alvord (2)
Esther Ephraim Ayres (2)
Experience Ephriam Ballard (2)
Grace Fitz John Belding (2)
Hopestill Hezekiah Bingham (2)
Jean Hiram Bordman (2)
Jemima Humphrey Bryant (2)
Johana Jabez Butler (2)
Johanah Jacob Chester (2)
Julia Jahleel Clap (2)
Katherine Joel Copp (2)
Kezia Jotham Drew (2)
Lucretia Lemuel Fox (2)
Mabel Leonard Francis (2)
Marcy Levi Franklin (2)
Margaret Loomis Harkness (2)
Maria Lorenze Harrison (2)
Meriam Lowell Holland (2)
Naomi Luke Hopkins (2)
Olive Martin Lewis (2)
Patience Mathew Lowell (2)
Phebey Matthew Merritt (2)
Rachel Nathanael Mitchell (2)
Roxa Parsons Moodey (2)
Sabra Patrick Mountague (2)
Seferanna Paul Murdock (2)
Susanna Philip Parkman (2)
Tamesin Prince Peirce (2)
Thankful Robart Pitman (2)
Thankfull Roger Preston (2)
Ruggles Russell (2)
Salmon Sampson (2)
Solomon Scoot (2)
Sylvanus Standish (2)
Thadeus Trowbridge (2)
Wait Still Varney (2)
Walter Willes (2)
Zechariah Winsor (2)
Woodward (2)
Worthylake (2)
Adams
Archer
Armstrong
Arnold
Attucks
Balston
Barns
Blake
Boltwood
Boyes
Brewster
Brown
Bulkley
Bunce
Burrough
Bush
Buttolph
Byles
Caldwell
Carr
Cheevers
Cheney
Church
Clark
Cogswell
Crouch
Cutler
Davis
Dawes
Demery
de Monplaisir
Dolbeare
Doubelde
Downe
Dwyt
Dyar
Dyke
Eastbrook
Eaton
Ellis
Elliott
Eustis
Fosdick
Foster
Frances
Gardner
Garrett
Gibbs
Giles
Gillburt
Gladding
Gleason
Goodwin
Gray
Greenough
Greenwood
Griswould
Hammatt
Hancock
Harris
Harvey
Hedge
Hollowell
Holmes
Holms
Hubbard
Hunt
Hurd
Hurlbut
Indicott
Jackson
Johnson
Kellogg
Kilborn
Kingsbury
Knock
Knowles
Labbe
Lamson
Lancelott
Latimer
Lee
Leonard
Long
Loring
Loud
Lowed
Lowel
MacCarty
Malcom
Man
Manderien
Marion
Marsh
Mather
Maverick
Maxwell
McKean
Newman
Nickols
North
Otis
Page
Pain
Park
Parsons
Pearce
Phillips
Pigeon
Raynolds
Revere
Rice
Richardson
Ridgaway
Ridgway
Riley
Rogers
Rowlandson
Sanborn
Sanders
Scollay
Seymour
Shannon
Shaw
Simpson
Snider
Sprague
Spring
Staples
Sterling
Swan
Tapping
Truesdell
Tryon
Tyler
Viburt
Voeax
Wakefield
Waterman
Waters
Watts
Webb
Wheat
Whitney
Wickam
Will
Winchester
Wiswall
Wiswel
Wollcott
Woster
Young

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Almost Like Home

Living abroad can be a richly rewarding experience, one that allows for personal growth, learning, and enjoyment.  Things will stick with you long after you leave, haunting you with the memory of experiences that you'll never quite be able to recreate, no matter how you try.  You might think food would be an easy way to transport yourself back there, if only for a few moments, and for some travelers and some countries that probably works; in the absence of Slovak restaurants we've even made guláš and knedľa with fair success (though the former used seasoning packets brought from SK).  But some things, like Kofola and Studentská, are harder to make at home.  Sometimes an unexpected package will land two unasked-for chocolate bars in your mailbox, courtesy of a thoughtful former student.  More often, though, you have to keep your eyes peeled for things that will remind you of another place.

One of the snacks that I enjoyed after school was something called chrumky.  My default description of it is this: Imagine Cheeto Puffs covered with peanut powder instead of cheez.  Like all of the best snacks, chrumky are delicious, cheap, and low in redeeming value.  They are also scarce on these shores.  Somehow a few weeks ago I came across a mention online of something similar to them found at an Aldi in the States.  Today my errands took me by an Aldi and I was able to check for myself.

Stepping into the store was like being in Europe again.  For those unfamiliar with the chain, it's a discount grocery store based in Germany; I'd heard of it before, but today was my first visit.  Compared to American supermarkets the store feels spartan.  There aren't multiple brands crowding shelves, just the store brand.  There are also some items imported from Germany, from chocolate to wursts.  It reminded me of Lidl, another German chain whose Brezno location we visited on occasion.  This Aldi didn't have the bread-slicing machine that I loved using at Lidl, or the carrot juice selection that H availed herself of, but it had frozen schnitzel, and spaetzle, and a seemingly random selection of home goods.  It was even set up in a similar fashion, with refrigerator cases along the back wall and those home goods in the middle aisle, toward the back.  Though I didn't use a cart, I noticed that they even had the anti-theft system common in Europe.  It all felt very familiar.

And they had chrumky--or at least a German version, labeled as "peanut puffs."  I managed to wait until I got home to try them.  They're a bit crunchier than what I remember, but certainly the closest thing I've had in years.  That and the $1.49 price will hold me over until the next time I go back to Slovakia.

Sunday, April 10, 2016

Quabbin Gate 40

In the late 1930s the powers that be decided to build a nice big reservoir to help supply Boston with fresh water.  And, as you do when building a nice big reservoir, they had to destroy a few small towns: Dana, Enfield, Greenwich, and Prescott.  When the residents had moved elsewhere, mostly into surrounding towns like New Salem and Pelham, their former homes were razed, leaving only stone walls, foundations, root cellars, and wells.  (A few buildings were moved rather than destroyed; the Joseph Allen Skinner Museum in South Hadley is housed in the erstwhile First Congregational Church of Prescott.)  Then lo and behold, as the waters of the Quabbin Reservoir rose, they fell far short of the abandoned streets of Dana.  Because of that, one can visit empty Dana today.

From the parking area at Quabbin Gate 40 on Route 32A visitors walk a bit on asphalt to reach Dana Common.  I say "a bit" because various websites I consulted said either a mile and a half or two miles, and once again the idea of using my phone's pedometer function to track the distance did not occur to me until I was more than halfway back to the car.  It took me just under an hour to get there, so I'd estimate it closer to two miles; but I did stop to take photos along the way.  The road is mostly level, and easy to walk.  As a further practical tip, please note that the port-a-potties one website talks about are apparently seasonal, and as such were entirely absent on this visit.

The town was named after a legislator, Francis Dana.  Mom asked if he was related to Richard Henry Dana, of Two Years Before the Mast and Dana Point fame, and while I scoffed, she was right to suggest it, as Francis was Richard Henry's grandfather.

Walking to and through the old town was eerier than I expected.  This was a site not destroyed by war, or depopulated because of epidemic or massacre; it was just bureaucratically "disincorporated."  If any of the former causes had led to its abandonment, one might expect to find the atmosphere sad.  While I wouldn't call Dana sad, it was quiet, and felt a little empty.  I don't think the place is haunted, but I would be entirely unsurprised to hear that someone else thought it was.

The common.  The school and town hall were to the left and the hotel to the right;
across the green would have been the church, stores, and a few homes. 
In the middle stood the World War I memorial.

I did wonder if the atmosphere would be even creepier for someone who didn't know the history of the area, and decided that it probably would be.  The ignorant visitor (who in this case would not notice the informative signboard inside the gate) would first likely remark on the drystone walls that line the road.  Nae problemo, though; those are typical New England.  But then he might observe that some of those walls run up the hill on one side of the road, dividing nothing but trees from other (possibly inimical) trees.  Before too long he could not help but observe the right angle of a pair of walls, and would conclude that they must have been part of a building. 

And looking into the brush he might pick out the dark entrance to a root cellar, now the perfect hiding spot for any number of critters.  He would see rusted metal, in the form of cables and wire fences and drums and other less easily-identifiable bits.  Upon reaching the common he would see sidewalks that led nowhere and doorsteps the crossing of which would lead to a fall of several feet and likely injury.  Of course, on the common our visitor would see more markers, with photos of the town's buildings, including the town hall, school, Congregational church, and a hotel, where now only their foundations remain.  He would read the marker erected in 1996 and learn that this had been the common from 1801 to 1938, but would not ascertain what exactly occurred to flatten all of the architecture.  There are lots of possibilities to choose from, most more titillating than the truth; and if he chose the theory that this place had been (and could easily be once again) Extreme Witchcraft Murder City, I can certainly understand that.  I visited on a bright, sunny day, knowing why the town had been left and knowing that witchcraft had nothing to do with it, and that's still a little bit of the vibe I got.

They want you to believe this was a cellar, but this is some kind of wolf pit or
something. Yes, there used to be wolves in Mass, and yes, I watched
"Ladyhawke" last night.
The foundation of the school.
Nature taking back a road.

Artist whose "Very Best of" album I got 80% of the way through on the drive there: Jethro Tull.
Artists to whose works I could have referred in this post and did not: U2, Shel Silverstein, Eddie Izzard.