I always try to include a scripture at least in every article. This week it is from John 11:43ff. It says, "And when he had spoken, he cried with a loud voice, Lazarus, come forth. And he that was dead came forth, bound hand and foot with grave clothes: and his face was bound with a napkin. Jesus said unto them, loose him and let him go."
What a sight for the people to see. Many believed because of this miracle. Someone said that if Jesus had just come and said "come forth" and not said Lazarus, the whole cemetery would have had a big crowd of people alive again. But he spoke it to Lazarus and only one came alive. Enemies to Jesus who saw Lazarus alive again later wanted to kill him so none would believe in Christ.
Today I want to say something about a local cemetery, the Macey Cemetery. This cemetery is north of Monette about two miles and then west about another mile. It is an old cemetery. It has some graves that go way back somewhere around 1850. I hear the land for the cemetery was once owned by a family named Bibb. It is net and well kept to this day.
My mother and dad and many relatives are interred there. My wife and I have seven lots there thinking some relative might need a grave unexpected. Our tombstone is already placed when we will need a grave. We didn't want our children to have to scramble around for a grave in the sad time of death. Recently I took my little dog and we went up to look for some names on the stones. In the older section I saw the names of Ladd, Swedholm, Ball, Adams, Kendall, Bruce and Taylor. In other sections I saw Meacham, McClelland, Fullen, Shannan, Hoggard, Ware, Chipman, Gauf, Ball, Braden, Blankenship, Bibb, Hale and Miller. I saw a long stretch of graves of the family of John and Ode Chipman. I personally remember these.
John and Matery Chipman had a family of 13 children. I was at their house one Saturday and saw them assembled at the table that must have been 14 feet long. I remember the older girls brought out two huge platters of biscuits and placed one on each end of the table. They had eggs and the fixins with plenty of milk, butter and sorghum molasses.
The family on my dad's side had a strip of seven graves with little flat stones with their names. The seven are on the north end near the big magnolia tree. They were all children who lived only a few days to 12 years old. Most died of the epidemic of whooping cough and pneumonia of the early 1900s. My granddad on that side married four different women. His mother had about six children and some by other wives. Dad claimed his dad had 21 children in all. Granddad is buried near Gibson, Mo.
Before motorized mowers became available, the cemetery would grow over in weeds. I remember each year we would go to the cemetery and cut away the weeds and the grass.
I remember when R.T. Roberts lost a wife in childbirth that they closed the grave with the family watching. I felt so sorry for the children.
There are some Woodmen of the World tombstones still standing. It seems there were far more when I was a boy as there are now. I like to go down and read the names and have some memories.