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twin; Charlie Jenkins and Phil Jenkins, children of Will and Mollie Jenkins. These names and their locations were given by Mrs. Oscar (Annie) Payne, a descendant of Will and Molly.
Next we went across the way of the Martin (?) graveyard. This is located on the old Amos Frazier property, high on a hill above a rocky outcropping overlooking the Thornton River. A stone wall also surrounding this one and marked by a stately old oak, the ground carpeted by periwinkle or vinca. There are four markers of field stone with no inscriptions, but we understand that Mr. J. Bernard Martin was buried here, exhumed and re-interred at Sperryville Cemetery in town.
All three cemeteries were with in 3/4 of a mile of each other. An interesting theme I’ve noticed through out the region while gathering data is that similarly all the cemeteries that have inscribed stones date to about the same period of time. In other words, the oldest inscribe stones date only as far back as the 1870s.
Luray or Culpeper being the nearest points were one might obtain an inscribed monument and I’m sure only those at great expense both financially and otherwise, for the distance from either shipping point was not less than tw;enty miles and the terrain over which those deliveries were made was often treacherous and hazardous. A strong team, perhaps a four horse team, sturdy wagon and rugged men were required. It was at least- a two days job maneuvering the great granite or marble monoliths, alone a fete worthy of admiration.
We three plunderers have our scars to prove our endeavors. Two of us became martyrs in the mud for a while. Poor Dot got the best of it, as the stone I’d lain down for her to hop onto in crossing a soggy banked stream did little more than serve as a springboard, hurling her backward into the thick sticky stinky muck. Our ribs ached with pain from the violence of our laughter though no danv age was done the body, the ego just had too much of a trip. We aided our white clad muddy comrade to her feet and proceeded.
Wewere easily persuaded by Mrs. OTSar Payne to come in and partake of some homemade vegetable soup and coffee, being more cold than tired. We were regenerated by the food and the nice warm wood fire not to mention the wit arid warmth of Mrs. Payne.
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