Showing posts with label Grave. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grave. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Grave of Unknown Woman - Rahway, NJ

Do you know why they put fences around cemeteries?


People are dying to get in.



Do you know why I tell such lame jokes?


Me neither.


Clearly, the proprietors of the cemeteries in central NJ are not locking their gates because I seem to keep wandering into them. Fences make good neighbors, but they are only useful if you lock the gates to prevent riff-raff like me wandering in.


Do you think Anthony Bourdain or Samantha Brown or Bridget Marquardt got their starts posing in front of the resting place of random dearly departed or calling themselves riff-raff? Probably not and neither did Dhani Jones or Andrew Zimmern. Maybe I am gunning for fame on basic cable in the wrong way - there is no show called World's Sexiest Grave Sites or No Dead-servations and hopefully there never will be. Unless Travel Channel wants to pay me to star in those shows... I am listening Travel Channel.


But enough about my desire for being followed by a camera crew as I spout bad jokes and self-deprecation around the globe, I am here to talk about something far more important - me visiting random crap in and around NJ. Most recently my meandering has taken me to Rahway, NJ home of the pharmaceutical giant Merck & Co., Inc. as well as the childhood home of Carl Sagan. Featured in Weird, NJ is the grave of an unknown woman who died in 1887. The unknown woman is the victim of a murder which, even after 200 years, remains unsolved. The victim, described by police as a young woman in her early 20's with blue eyes and brown hair, was found frozen in the mud on Rahway's Central Avenue early on the morning of March 25, 1887, her throat slashed and her face badly beaten. She had worn a feather-trimmed green dress, yellow gloves, "foreign good shoes", jewelry, and a fur cape, and had been carrying a basket of eggs. The locals of Rahway raised money for a gravestone and her remains have been found in Rahway Cemetery ever since. Unfortunately, her identity has never been found to include on the grave marker and it probably never will be. I doubt the Rahway Police Department spends much time on 200 year old cases.

In death, the poor woman's grave serves as a landmark for publications like Weird NJ or blogs like Pics of Me in Front of Stuff to feature. Though a unique achievement, I am sure it is one this poor woman never hoped to achieve!


Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Brandy, you were a fine girl...so we buried you in a parking lot

You know you are special when you get tributes like this on Youtube...



Maybe that is not a fitting tribute to a 'great' rock band like Looking Glass who produced such hits as 'Brandy' and... So maybe in comparison to other musicians from New Jersey like Bon Jovi and Springstein, Looking Glass comes up a little short. However, they still had more hit singles than I ever will. Though hard to believe, there is one thing interesting about Looking Glass. 'Brandy,' the song butchered by the blonde in the video above was based on the existence of a grave in a parking lot of the AMC Loews Theater found in New Brunswick, NJ.

The grave belongs to Mary Ellis.

She was a spinster and is currently dead and that essentially is what I uncovered about her life via my internet research. In depth research like that is what makes picsofmeinfrontofstuff.blogspot.com standout from the other blogs currently populating the internet. Mary Ellis may or may not have been waiting for a sea captain return to her for most of her life. According to Looking Glass, Brandy would have made a fine wife so I assume Mary Ellis would have as well. The most interesting fact I found about the poor, unbetrothed woman was the location of her grave, 7 feet above the parking lot of the New Brunswick Loew's Theater where I have seen multiple movies starring Daniel Craig including The Golden Compass and Quantum of Solace. I am pretty sure these facts are not related unless the missing sea captain was named Daniel or Craig or maybe had a first name as a last name.


Considering my propensity for travelling to see random crap, especially graves, how could anyone expect a pic of me in front of this stuff not appear on picsofmeinfrontofstuff.blogspot.com?

Well, here it is...

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Who's buried in Grant's Tomb?

The answer is no one. No one is buried in Grant's Tomb. US Grant and his wife, Julia Dent Grant, are interred in matching sarcophagi in the center of the memorial, but those sarcophagi are on display for anyone near the intersection of 122nd St and Riverside Dr to pop in and see. Here's the view you get of the happy couple not too far from the entrance of their memorial.

Seeing the grand spectcle that is Grant's tomb struck me as odd considering how poor Grant's performance as president was considered by many historians. Despite his poor ranking as a president, due mostly to his willingness to overlook corruption in his administration, Grant was an America hero for his performance during the Civil War. According to Wikipedia, picsofmeinfrontofstuff.blogspot.com's only source for blog-related historical 'facts', an apocryphal story about Grant's drinking has the general's critics going to President Lincoln, charging the military man with being a drunk. Lincoln is supposed to have replied, "I wish some of you would tell me the brand of whiskey that Grant drinks. I would like to send a barrel of it to my other generals." As a Civil War General, Grant was a badass and he likely deserved Grant also appears on the $50 bill, so maybe those historians were just full of crap.



Regardless of the crap levels filling historians, here is the true star of picsofmeinfrontofstuff.blogspot.com...



...the stuff in front of which my adoring readers get to see me stand.


I may never get my own impressive memorial or face on a denomination of US Currency, but when will US Grant get his own blog?

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Ben Franklin's Grave Instead of a Cave

Even with my favorite football team performing dismally the afternoon before, I found myself in Philadelphia yet another morning awaiting a Melissa-inspired birthday. It was my 27th birthday, why wouldn't I expect a surprise? Never one to shy away from odd 'trips' initially viewed on the internet I found myself recalling a post on O.T.I.S. that described a unique monument in Fairmount Pak, Cave of Kelpius. Melissa never one to shy away from going on these random outtings with me drove. Unfortunately, the directions I obtained from Google Maps and/or O.T.I.S. proved if not inaccurate at least difficult to follow.

We never made it to the Cave of Kelpius. :-(

Never one to shy away from finding an alternate destination, Melissa drove me from Fairmount Park to 5th and Arch Street to complete another of my odd blog documented compulsions - visiting the graves of famous people as seen here and here. Rather than visit a founding father of football, I visited the grave of a real Founding Father - Ben Franklin.

Here's me pointing out a young B. Franklin calling his future corpse Food for Worms.

Everyone knows, Ben Franklin said 'A Penny is Saved is a Penny Earned'. However, many people seem to think throwing a penny onto Ben's grave is good luck, action done in disregard to Ben's imperative.

Here's me ignoring Ben's advice (as well as the Law of Gravity by hovering horizontally) not once, not twice, but three times. Hopefully, that gets me 3x as much luck which I can then distribute to my friends and family.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Visiting One of the Fathers of Football

Way before the New England Patriot's stretch of dynastic domination of the NFL was derailed by a blitzing Kansas City Chiefs safety, there was what many consider to be the first dynasty in the NFL – the Green Bay Packers of the 1960s. While the beginning of the 21st Century has the 'genius' of Bill Belicheck, the 1960s had the man after whom the Super Bowl trophy is named, Vincent T. Lombardi. Coach Lombardi guided the Packers to 5 NFL championships, including the first 2 Super Bowls. Lombardi was also a member of the Seven Blocks of Granite, the moniker given to the offensive line of the 1936 Fordham University offensive line, for which he starred at center. That's right, the football factory currently known as Fordham University… Based on his offensive line play, the Rotary Lomdardi Award is given to the nation's best offensive or defensive lineman and linebacker. The physical award is actually a block of granite on a pedestal paying homage to Lombardi's time as a Block of Granite.[1] It is fitting that the award for the best linemen is clever, since offensive linemen are the smartest and most clever players to step on a football field. Tackles, centers, and guards entering the NFL draft fill 3 of the 4 top scoring spots on the Wonderlic test, a 50 question problem solving test administered during the NFL Combine.[2] Sadly, their defensive counterparts tend to perpetuate the idea that linemen as a whole are dumb. Getting back to the topic at hand – Vincent T. Lombardi was born in Brooklyn and obviously must have spent some time living in the New York area since he played at Fordham University and coached at Army. Clearly, he must have lived in Wisconsin at least during the football season. But the famed coach does not live anywhere now, having succumbed to cancer at the age of 57 in 1970. Vince Lombardi, along with his wife, is currently buried at Mt. Olivet Cemetery in Monmouth, NJ.[3] Considering Vince Lombardi is an immortal in the game of football and my 26 year obsession with the game of football I hold high esteem for the man, the myth, and the legend that Vince Lombardi was and is. I was proud to learn that high school near my current apartment plays football on Vince Lombardi Field. I was also pleased to learn through Findagrave.com the exact location of the Lombardi gravesite and with the beginning of the football season decided to make a pilgrimage in hopes of providing a blessing to those most important to me i.e. Penn State, Juniata College, and the Philadelphia Eagles. Despite being a luminary in the football community, there is no Lombardi Taj Mahal. More importantly, because Coach Lombardi was a luminary in the football community and not in the international community there is no Lombardi Taj Mahal.

So I visited the Lombardi grave in Monmouth, NJ with my best high school football face and college football jersey with me. The beautiful autumn background reminded me of the wonderful falls I spent running into other large young men and cheering with my best friends. While I was there, I took my picture since this is http://www.picsofmeinfrontofstuff.blogspot.com/, said a little prayer, and went on my way.
I can only wish when I am long gone that I have done enough in life for some young man to come get his picture taken next to his grave.

Hooray, football!

References:
[1] Wikipedia.com. Vincent T. Lombardi
[2] Zimmerman, Paul. New Thinking Man's Guide to Pro Footbal.
[3] Findagrave.com Vincent T. Lombardi.