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Post by Vivian Nevaeh Malfoy on Apr 10, 2011 0:33:46 GMT
DESTRY?! so, my names are; destry, daddy destry, grand queen destry, hubby, starr, starrfish, lexi, and jez. now i bet your saying,' holy voldy, identity crisis, yo?' nope. destry is my given nickname from birth, don't know how, my name doesn't have a 'D' in it XD my real named is Alexandra, see my point? so, i'm fifteen, and i LOVE zaney, my wifey.
i'm a freshman in highschool, about to be a sophomore, i'm in colorguard at said highschool, and our colorguard is the best in our region, can i get a hell yeah mudachuckas?!. i'm very loud and energetic, but i can be shy as heck. i enjoy cussing, but choose to refrain from it, because people to not like you when you cuss XD. i love anime and manga, along with harry potter and zaney. i'm so totally not creeping zaney. i love making frieeeeeeeeends, and i loveee.....BOYS. dun dun dun. my characters are vivienne malfoy, and ursula greyback, there all awesome, so plot with them.
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Post by Vivian Nevaeh Malfoy on Apr 25, 2011 22:30:36 GMT
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Post by Ursula Dacianna Greyback on May 9, 2011 0:53:27 GMT
DADDY'S EPIC ESSAY... READ EEEET gosh, i enjoy letting people know about me too much XD
The Natchez Cemetery is as it’s called; the Natchez city cemetery. It is home to thousands of graves, some more special than others, and some even dating back to the 1700’s. Many a person in the Civil War is buried here, little Florence Ford, a girl that died at the young age of ten-years-old, is buried here, and Ruphus Case, the man buried facing his home state of Louisiana, is also buried here. There is many stories of the people laid to rest in this cemetery, and I’ve come to tell of three of them; the one of little Florence Ford, the one of Mister Ruphus Case, and the one of the Turning Angel.
Natchez city cemetery is located just where it name suggests; Natchez, Mississippi. Located on cemetery road, it’s quite an easy place to find once you’ve reached Natchez. Right when you see the cemetery, your first sight to behold is the old iron gates that encloses the resting place of many historic people, and many historic stories. The cemetery overlooks the Mississippi river, and has many bayous, marshes, and grasslands around it. It has 100 acres of both vacant and full lots, all chock full of history and tales ready to be told.
One of the many burial grounds is of little Florence Irene Ford, a ten-year-old girl that died of Yellow fever on October tenth, eighteen-eighty-seven. All throughout her short life, this little girl was afraid of thunderstorms, and because of this, she always sought comfort in her mother when said storms occurred. When Florence died, her mother, struck with unbearable grief, had her casket constructed with a window at the little girls head. When her grave was dug, it was dug with an area the same size as her coffin at her head, so that her mother could descend down and comfort her during the storms the little girl was so very frightened of. Steps were built in so her mother could do so, and to block out the rain, metal hinges with doors placed on top to protect her from the rain. This current day, a cement block is placed over the glass to protect it from vandalism.
Mister Ruphus E. Case was born in Louisiana, and after the death of either his child or grandchild, said that at his death, he was to be buried next to the child. After his death, according to his wishes, he was buried next to the child. What makes his grave so special is that he was buried sitting up right in his rocking chair, facing his home off Louisiana, right next to the child he loved so much. A brick structure was built around both him and the child. Through the years, the bricks of the structure began to crumble, and with a flashlight, Mr. Cane’s bones could be seen, thus so, his grave of many years was renovated, holding the same structure, but now this Louisiana man was in a stable structure.
On March fourteenth, nineteen-oh-nine, the Natchez Drug Company, a five story brick structure, exploded. The whole structure crumbled under the blast, and the workers inside died. The owner was so devastated that he purchased a lot for his employees, his youngest being only twelve years of age. After he had bought the lots, to help sooth his grief, he also bought an angel monument to watch over them. This angel monument is now called the Turning Angel, it is said that, when driving by, the light of your head lights seems to make the angel looks like she is turning and watching you as you go.
The Natchez cemetery is simply one of the many places to learn of Mississippi’s long history, and one of the places to sooth that history urge one could feel. Little Florence Ford’s grave is only one of many child graves, but it is also one of many interests, with the story of a grieving mother attached to it. Mister Ruphus Case would seem to have been another prideful, grieving Louisiana man, but his burial was one of interest. The Turning Angel is one of the many gorgeous monuments, and one of the sweet stories, that is in this cemetery. There is many more interesting things in this cemetery, and many more stories, all just as interesting too.
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Post by Vivian Nevaeh Malfoy on May 12, 2011 23:59:14 GMT
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