~by Marie Robinson
In death we become faceless. We are a reduced to a slab of stone with
a humble engraving to sum up our lives. Walking through cemeteries (a
beloved hobby of Christine and myself), you see a lot of the same stuff:
“Loving father and son”, or similar stones listing a person’s roles and
accomplishments.
There is, every once in a while, a headstone
that stands out, either by bizarre shape or mysterious inscription. Take
a moment to look at the stranger side of death in these four unique
graves.
The Girl in Blue (?-December 24th 1933)
In
1933 on Christmas Eve, a young girl was struck and killed by a train in
Willoughby, Ohio. She had no identification in her purse and no one was
able to recognize the poor girl, even in the two weeks she was laid out
in a funeral home, where thousands of residents stopped by to see her;
she was defined only by the blue woolen dress and blue shoes she wore. A
grave was made for her, the funds raised by the town residents, and was
given the moniker, “the Girl in Blue” since no one knew her name. At
the bottom of the headstone reads the eerie tagline, “unknown but never
forgotten”. An additional fund was raised that flowers (geraniums, to be
specific) would be placed on her grave once a year.
Her identity
was finally confirmed in 1993, by a real estate agent who had recently
been looking through the history of what happened to be the girl in
blue’s family home. While her original headstone still stands, she now
has an additional one with her true name, Josephine Klimczak.
Grancer the Dancer (1789-1860)
Near
Kinston, Alabama in Harrison Cemetery, there is a very large, unusual,
and infamous grave. A large, white stone tomb, belonging to a William
“Grancer” Harrison does not fit the traditional form for a headstone,
but is instead constructed in the crude shape of a bed.
The man
buried in this bizarre grave is somewhat of a legend in his part of
Alabama, and the story goes that he owned a large and successful
plantation. His nickname “Grancer”, is a shortened, slurred version of
“Grand Sir” (kind of like Grandpa back in the 1800’s), and it just so
happened that he loved to dance, so his moniker eventually became
“Grancer the Dancer”. He loved to host parties and balls so much he had
his own dancehall built where he would wear his clogs and stamp out the
dance floor.
When Grancer eventually passed, he made demands to be buried in his bed, donning his famous dancing shoes, and within earshot of his dancehall. After his death,
rumors began to spring up about his grave. Many claimed it was haunted,
and people said they could hear a fiddle being played at night, or the
tap of heavy clogs (earning him yet another nickname, “the dancing
ghost”), or a loud voice calling out line dances.
There was also
talk that Harrison had buried a large sum of gold along with him, or
scattered in the land near his grave. His tomb was exploded with
dynamite in 1964, which turned up no gold but all but destroyed his
corpse. The cemetery was vandalized again in 2010; 50 headstones were
overturned in search of the buried gold, but none was found.
Margorie McCall (?-1705)
If
you are visiting Shankill Cemetery in Lurgan, Ireland, local legend
will lead you to a very strange stone. Erected into the bottom of an
old, almost unreadable headstone is the inscription, “Margorie McCall,
Lived Once, Buried Twice”. There are no dates on the grave, but local
folklore claims that Margorie McCall fell victim to a fever in 1705 and
was quickly buried to avoid an outbreak.
It apparently was common
knowledge that she was buried wearing a valuable ring, and the same
night she was laid in the earth grave robbers exhumed her. Her body had
swollen from the fever and the ring would not come off of her finger, so
one of the robbers made to sever it.
However, when he began to saw at
her finger, the “corpse” of Margorie McCall shot up, screaming in agony.
The grave robbers fled—or, in some stories, died of fright. It seems
that Margorie had not died but simply fallen into a coma and was buried
prematurely. She got up out of her grave, walked home, and knocked on
the door. When her husband answered and saw his wife standing in the
doorway with her burial dress covered in dirt and blood he fell dead on
the spot. He was then buried in the same grave that Margorie had
abandoned.
This story is actually a popular European urban legend
called “The Lady with the Ring”. Versions exist all over the British
Isles as well as in Germany, Italy, and France. It is most likely that
Margorie McCall never even existed; and someone had the stone made and
erected under the grave of a random “John McCall” to feed into the
legend.
For a more in-depth look at this fascination story,
please take the time to read
this article penned by our good friend
James Gracey, who has a unique tie to the
Shankill Cemetery!
Katherine Cross (1899-1917)
18-year-old
Katherine Cross is buried in Violet Cemetery in Konowa, Oklahoma. While
the death of someone so young is always a tragedy, the epitaph on her
headstone has left a bizarre mystery surrounding her; it reads,
“
Murdered by human wolves”.
Surprisingly, few stories have sprung
up about Katherine, but her grave has become notorious simply for its
troubling etching. Dozens of grisly images come to mind with the strange
words, and it’s only obvious that some locals believe she killed by
werewolves, and that her remains were found in gory shreds at the
edge of the woods.
Other stories say that she was killed by the Ku
Klux Klan. There is a plausible explanation that has been established by
researching the end of Katherine’s life. Records show that she died
while under the care of a Dr. A.H. Yates, and his schoolteacher
assistant, Frederick O’Neal. Cross’ cause of death is listed as
“criminal operation” on her certificate, and many have come to the
conclusion that she died during a botched abortion. This was apparently
not the first time the two “doctors” were charged with a criminal
operation, which led to the death of a young woman.
We probably
will never know exactly what happened to Katherine Cross, but you can’t
deny that the epitaph was definitely a strange choice of words. Next
time you’re in Oklahoma, keep an eye out for the human wolves.
If you missed Part I of this series, check it out HERE!!