dedicated to souls who lived long ago, is alive and well, because of the efforts of Portland Girl Scouts, family and Friends of the Grand Trunk Cemetery.
I want to express my sincere appreciation to all who participated:
Lynda Allshouse Janet Christopher, Machigonne Service Team
Rachel Stellmach, Troop 1940 Kathy and Ava Plourde, Troop 1094
Sophie Volk Francesca Marinaro Charlene Marinaro, Troop 1094
Jaden- Anna Morse Beth and Subine O'Malley Rob Levin
Staci Hanscom, Troop 1547 Brianna A. Ava Googins
Leila Goan Keegan P. Cedar Levin, Troop 1940 Sarah K. Goan
I apologize if I've left anyone out or misspelled a name. Please let me know so that I can correct the record. Here are photos of these industrious souls.
I am also grateful that Martha Zamicki, from Spirits Alive stopped by to take a look at Agnes Wilcox stone which had toppled from its base. Martha assures me the repair to the stone will be easy for her. That's good news since this gravestone is one of only two of the early stones which has survived in tact. The other belongs to the younger, Crispus Graves, grandson of Lieut. Crispus Graves and son to Andrew Graves.
As we walked along the bumpy pathway and looked at the bits of broken stones, I realized that as has always been the case since beginning this recovery project seven years ago, I have more questions than answers. But one in particular has surfaced over the last few months, as I have looked more closely at the numerous early deeds belonging to the land owners whose farms were established along the rim of Back Cove and our present Ocean Avenue. Why did they settle on this particular spot, surrounded by woods, a fair distance from their own homes to lay their dead to rest? This was, by no means, an easy task. Family members would have had to carry the deceased in a wooden casket across fields and through woods either on foot or in a wagon on unpaved roads or foot paths. More perplexing questions to follow very soon.
The East Deering/Grand Trunk Cemetery is particularly lovely this spring because of the flourish of yellow color provided by the daffodils in full bloom. I invite you to stop by. Sit a while on the bench and enjoy a moment of quiet reflection and peace.