Genealogists
sometimes get obsessed with finding proof for a statement, the house where
someone was born or lived, or in some cases, where a person is buried.
I can safely
say, “I’ve done all three,” either for myself or when researching for others.
One case was the
18-month old son of D.C. and Mary Bassette. I had a name and dates from Wheeler
A. Bassett’s A Bassett Book, but I had no idea where Harold was buried.
I borrowed the
library’s copy of the Lake View Cemetery listing and input all of the
information into a data base. Still no answers. All of this was back in the
mid-1990s. One afternoon I took Dad and headed to the cemetery. My thought
being that he might recall something if we looked over family sites.
The Jared Bassette lot at Lake View Cemetery. Little Harold is to the right of the tall Bassette Stone. Dewitt (Sr.) and Mary are to the left. Photo by the author |
It looked like a
tree branch, cut but un-split as if for the wood stove. We couldn’t read the
carved-out letters and had to feel each one, “Our Little Harold.” Finally, a
marker, unique in many ways, a place that could be identified.
Stone before cleaning. Photo by the author |
Dewitt Clinton
Bassette, son of Jared and Mary Wheeler Bassette married Mary Catherine
Peterson, daughter of Abram D. and Mary Jane Wintersteen Peterson on October 5,
1887. Jared retired to live in the village of Farmer and D.C. took over the
family farm.
The Farmer
Review, May 18, 1889 recorded the news of Harold Ditmars Bassette’s arrival. “Mr. and Mrs. D. C. Bassette rejoice in
the advent of a son—last Sunday.”
Eighteen months
later, the paper shared the sad news, “D. C. Bassette and wife have the
sympathy of the community in the loss of their child, about eighteen months of
age, whose death occurred Wednesday night. Funeral was held yesterday.” [Farmer
Review, October 4, 1890]
Log ring detail on Harold Bassette's headstone Photo by the author |
On a follow-up
visit to the site, while clearing leaves from around the “log,” we discovered that it was actually sitting on a
base. A little digging and we were able to raise the base back to ground level.
Recently, I
visited the site with the plan to clean moss and dirt from the stone. Some
scrubbing with a soft brush, tub and tile cleaner, and fresh water and the
stone was beginning to look clean and fresh again.
Photo by the author. |
Dewitt’s Diary,
Tuesday, October 1, 1940
Edna and Frances
at the canning factory.
I am picking my
sweet corn. Corn is very late. Beans and corn do not ripen up because of the
exceptionally cold summer.
No corn cut
expect silo corn. My field corn needs two weeks.
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