I have always been fascinated by the tombstones that are made to look like trees. Recently I was reading a blog article about them and learned a lot of things about them that I didn't know. First of all, I always thought they were made of cement that had been molded when in reality they are hand-carved from limestone. I also learned that many were customized with symbols representing the life and/or death of the person buried there. I also found out that many, but not all, of the tombstones were obtained through the Modern Woodmen of America and the burial insurance they used to sell.
Walking around Jewish Waldheim Cemetery last weekend I saw literally hundreds of tree tombstones - gray stone and red stone, tall and short, some heavily ornamented and some with hardly any ornament at all. Some had the Woodmen of America emblem carved into them - many did not. As I looked at these wonderful old tombstones I remembered that I had photographed one of the tree tombstones at Rosehill Cemetery awhile back. Here's my original photo of the tree tombstone at Rosehill from July of 2011:
I went back this past weekend to take some more photographs and see what I could tell about the departed from looking at the stone. The tree marked the resting place of Frank F. Campbell - the stone said:
Frank F. Campbell
Only Son of
J.L. and S.R. Campbell
Born at
Epworth, Iowa, Feby 28, 1863
Died at Chicago, Jany 5, 1883
I Was Not Afraid.
The 1880 Census shows that the Campbell family was living in Evanston, Illinois. James L. Campbell was a Deputy-Sheriff, his wife "Phronia" (short for Sophronia) was "Keeping House", and 17 year old Frank was "At School". Frank was an only child. Evanston was not large enough in 1880 for the census taker to note the street address of the Campbell home (if there even was one). The 1890 census is gone and by 1900 both Frank and Sophronia were dead.
With the information I had it was easy to find Frank's death certificate on Family Search:
Frank died just short of his twentieth birthday from an "abscess of the lungs". He had been ill for three weeks. According to his death certificate, Frank had been an "Artist".
With the information I now knew about Frank I took another look at his tombstone - and really saw it for the first time.
I noticed that the tree had been carved with numerous symbols pertaining to the work of an artist, and even symbols of the artist himself:
Taking a closer look I saw an artist's palette hanging from a rope, with brushes stuck into the palette. There is an easel, at the top of which is a stylized version of Frank's initials: FFC. On the easel is a canvas that has been ripped apart - a symbol, I assume, of a life cut short, or work ended unexpectedly.
The other side of the tree had the information on Frank's parents, but no symbols other than the ivy growing up the trunk:
The Glossary of Victorian Cemetery Symbolism says that ivy symbolizes "memory, immortality, friendship, fidelity, faithfulness, undying affection, eternal life."
Frank Campbell's parents left us a wonderful testimonial to their son the artist. Now that I know what to look for I will take a closer look at other tree tombstones I encounter and suggest you do the same.
Frank Fremont Campbell, artist - a life cut short - a work unfinished. He was not afraid.
May he rest in peace.
There is a very informative blog that talks about what he calls "Tree stump gravestones". It is called "Gravely Speaking":
http://gravelyspeaking.com/category/treestump-gravestones/
http://gravelyspeaking.com/category/treestump-gravestones/
The website that contains The Glossary of Victorian Cemetery Symbolism can be found at:
I've often wondered about tree-shaped tombstones and it must have been fascinating to walk through a cemetery that contained a lot of them. This story of Frank Campbell's tombstone is wonderful. Thank you for sharing his story.
ReplyDeleteWow -- what a great post! I have this cemetery on my list of places to visit, and I'm so impressed that you not only found out more about this man, but then went back and found all of the different symbols in the carvings (how cool!). I first saw this kind of stone when I was in Texas, and had wondered why one small cemetery had so many of them. Now, I see them every so often in other cemeteries, too.
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to reading more of your posts!
Jim ~ you are my favorite Association of Graveyard Rabbits blogger! And I am not only saying that because you have helped me so much with my family. Your posts are always fascinating and I can tell how passionate you are about each and every story. I, too, have seen a tree marker or two and have wondered about them. This tree is the most detailed and has the most carvings I've ever seen. Now, I want to go look for more! I have yet to visit the Homewood Cemetery here in Pittsburgh, which I think might have some interesting headstones in it and probably a few tree headstones. This is a wonderful story about Frank Campbell (no relation to me). How interesting that the canvas is ripped apart. I don't suppose tree headstones are still being made . . . or, are they? I'll definitely check out the website you shared the link for. Thank you. Reading your posts is like reading chapters of a really good book and I find I am always anticipating the next "chapter".
ReplyDelete~ Sarah Campbell
Hi Sarah - Always nice to hear from you. These tree tombstones are really works of art. The funny thing is, the first time I photographed Frank Campbell's tombstone I didn't even notice all the artist symbols on the tree. Now I will be looking at these tree tombstones much more closely!
ReplyDeleteSince all the carving was done by hand I would imagine they would be too expensive to create today.
I love doing this blog. I guess it's the historian in me. I always said I would rather talk about what happened here 100 years ago than what happened yesterday. Most all of the comments on the blog have been very positive. Jut heard this week from one of the relatives of Fanny Lazzar from Fanny's restaurant - she loved the story.
I've got some more good stories coming up - stay tuned!