After I left the Bethel Presbyterian Church Cemetery I visited Pleasant Ridge Baptist Church on Oconee Station Road. I found several grave sites in the cemetery adjacent to the church including this one for my great-great-great grandmother Frances C. Fricks Knecht, aka Fannie. She was the wife of Martin A. Knecht [aka A. Martin] who came to America in 1852 from Hessen, Darmstadt. He registered his intent to naturalize and renounced all ties to his home country. When the Civil War broke out, he enlisted in the Confederate Army for the duration of the war. He preceded her in death by 52 years.
My Hubbard Family Research …and Associated Families: Callas, Knecht, Hunnicutt, Robins, Cannon, Crisp and others from Western South Carolina and Beyond
Showing posts with label Tombstone Tuesday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tombstone Tuesday. Show all posts
08 November 2011
04 October 2011
Bethel Presbyterian Church Cemetery
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| Bethel Presbyterian Church |
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| Tombstone of Zachariah Hubbard |
I was able to locate the tombstone for Zachariah Hubbard, husband of Harriet. It was in front of a tree, just off the front corner of the church. My camera was not a good one and so it is difficult to see the names and dates in the photo. I have a copy of his obituary from the Keowee Courier which was and still is the local newspaper. Harriet should be here too, but I was unable to find her headstone. Hers may now be part of the church foundation or perhaps is buried by the grass. I don't have an obituary for her at this time and only recently discovered her date of death about eleven years after her husband's.
Also buried in the cemetery are several of Zachariah and Harriet's grandchildren and even a couple of great-great grandchildren. The great-great grandchildren, both infants, were my grandfather's brother and sister. Both died as infants, less than six months old, one in 1906 and the other in 1909. The boy's name was Clyde. If the girl was ever named, I've never heard or seen her name. Her tombstone, which she shares with Clyde, simply reads "Inf. Dau." and "Children of A.A. & Lucy C. Hubbard."
I haven't visited in several years. My grandmother sold the farm back in 1991 and so I don't have a reason to visit that end of the county very often. Still, I need to go again to see what new treasures I might find and to pay my respects to those who've gone before.
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