Whoop Delecto said:

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This fishing guide in Galveston has a side hustle. Taking family members to spread cremains at sea with his center console

https://www.galvestonseaservices.com/

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I used to see ads for people who did this from planes.

Takes a special chute to avoid having Uncle Harold's remains spread over the interior of a Cessna 172, as opposed to over Yellowstone National Park or other intended destination.

Whoop Delecto said:

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We landed at the Savannah airport last year and there on markers on the runway

https://theheartysoul.com/savannah-airport-graves/

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Back to the OP, I appreciate those who care for old cemeteries. For the respect, for the history, for the geneology.

I have a several times great grandfather who built wagons, including for the Patriot cause in the Revolution. He later moved to a small town in East Tennessee, died, and was buried there. A small creek near his burial site bears the family name.

But the grave long since was lost, perhaps simply farmed over. The stone was dumped under a nearby tree, and some other descendants took it home for safekeeping.

Logically, I know his soul is long gone, and it really doesn't matter.

But emotionally, it just feels disrespectful.

Agree, I know there are probably remains still in the soil. I know their souls aren't there. But the place still feels special. I have been reading about them, what little information I can find online.

I was thinking what would these people from the late 1800s think seeing me with a chainsaw, weed whacker and my cellphone/headphones clearing away their gravesite.

They would probably think it was witchcraft!

If I still own this place when I die, I think I'd like to be buried next to these folks who may have lived and died on this same plot of land.

My brother-in-law's place up in North Carolina has an old cemetery on it, and it just so happens to have someone buried there with his wife's maiden name. So when his wife's father died, they buried him there. They have no idea if there is any relation.

Forbes Cemetery

jagsdad said:

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Feel exactly the same way. Talking with the parish secretary a while back, she wanted to know if I had plots picked out. I dig the graves in this cemetery. Dad dug the graves in this cemetery. Told her that the wife and I would be cremated, and wouldn't need any plots. Oh yes, you need to be interred in a catholic cemetery! Told her that I spent enough time there digging holes, and I'd be d****ed if I planned on spending eternity there. She wasn't sure what to say after that. Wife wants our ashes put in a Best Maid pickle jar, together. Said she told me I never get away from her, and she meant it.

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I can smell this post.

(The pickle jar)

I was always told by my kinfolks that live in Llano county that it was called that because the mountain range silhouette looks like a baby's head. Never have heard that tail.

I used to get quite a few requests to spread ashes of WWII and Korean War vets out of my WWII Interstate L-6 at the old CAF airshow in Harlingen every year. We would fly along the beach and spread them.
It was a good aircraft to do it out of as it had windows that were slanted out towards the wings for cameras and you could get the ashes into the slipstream pretty easily.
However I had a very elderly man that wanted to dump his fellow Army Air Corps friends ashes…… and he opened the urn thing inside the cockpit instead of over the window opening. We ended up with ole Sam all over us.
I used our Piper Warrior for a couple spreadings of ashes. It was pretty easy. Just used a picture shipping sleeve with a funnel taped to the end of it stuck out the barf window. Just pour the ashes in and suction would pull them right through.

I don't know about the name but I spent many hours nearby with my chisels and rock hammers going to town on TXDOTS finest road cut.