For the first time in seven years, I didn’t get the hell out of Dodge on my birthday. My mom came to visit, though, and we spent the day in Lexington and Concord (“the birthplaces of American liberty and 19th-century literature”). I’ve been to both towns before, but hadn’t seen all of the historical sites. We took the Liberty Ride trolley tour, which took us past sites such as the Old North Bridge, where the Americans kicked some British ass and started the American Revolution.

We finished the day at the Colonial Inn in Concord, where we had afternoon tea.














Now, on to cemeteries. I’ve always liked walking around cemeteries. My mom would take me and my brother to a local cemetery when we were kids, and we would do rubbings of interesting headstones. Why did we do this? I’ll have to ask her.

I lived across the street from a cemetery when I was in my 20s. On sunny afternoons, I would head to the cemetery, sit in the same comfortable spot across from a majestic tree, and read for hours.

Through my genealogy research, I discovered This website comes up in search results on I was flabbergasted to find my Aunt Gertie’s headstone on the website. And my great-grandfather’s. And my fifth great-grandfather’s, for that matter. Who’s putting up these photos, I thought. Some long-lost relative? Or a genie (genealogy nut) who lives near a cemetery?

I’m now a contributor to the website, thanks to my mom’s recent trip to Pennsylvania. She visited her family’s graves and took photos, which I am in the process of uploading to the site. Here is my maternal grandmother’s page.

Can you find any of your relatives’ headstones?