After some geneological research, I discoved that my father's Irish great-grandmother came to Detroit from County Wexford and died in 1890 and was buried in Mt. Elliot cemetary in a large plot that her well-off son had purchased. There she was surrounded by children and granchildren and even HER mother. I was thrilled because my father thought his father was born in Maine and somehow got to Detroit. Here was proof that they had been in Detroit since 1856. One Thanksgiving I drove my dad on a secret trip and he suspiciously said the he hoped we weren't going to a cemetary - something I realized then that he never, ever did. When we got there, he didn't share my enthusiasm at all. Sweet memory. I love Mt. Elliot and Mt. olivet and think Resurrection [[same ownership) cannot hold a candle to the beauty of those early Detroit resting places.
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