Today I did something that very few people can say they have done.
I went to my 3xGreat Grandparents funeral.
Well, to their re-internment.
When the German branch of my family immigrated to the US they settled on and farmed land that eventually became O'Hare Airport. Many were buried in St. Johannes Cemetery., on the southern edge of O'Hare.
Some years back The Powers That Be decided that they needed to run a runway right through the cemetery. There were many years of hearings and suits and counter suits. But the city finally won and they have been moving the graves.
So, today, I stood with about 12 distant relatives and watched them bury three small (say, 40" x 18" x 18") capsules at the Town of Maine cemetery on Touhy in park Ridge.
I was dubious about moving 150 yo graves, but I guess they know what they are doing.
When they excavated Christain and Millizena's graves they also found the grave of an unidentified girl, somewhere between 12 and 18 yo. She was probably a daughter, but no documentation exists.
It was cold and flurrying, but I wanted to be there.
The lady from the city in charge of the re-internment was efficient, pleasant and kind.
One of the distant cousins arranged to have a minister there. She did a short but nice service.
The only sadness about it was the weather and the fact that the girl was unidentified. The minister called her "our Nameless Angel."
I took pictures. I may post them when Roper has the time to do it for me.
Every so often, something makes you feel your family history.
Odd, but in a cool sort of way.