I got up and went out for a fast walk in the Mount Kenton cemetery, which is across the street from the hotel Mom and I stayed in. Pretty place with lots of nice paths.
The columns in the background were impressive from all over the cemetery.
This explains them.
These plot markers seemed unique to me, but maybe this is a regional thing? There are family names on them and individual graves behind them.
Close up of one of the names.
I think this was the oldest gravestone I found. Not even two years old when she died in 1852.
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