Wednesday, September 1, 2010

300 Priests, more or less.

While researching cemeteries in Jefferson County I came across a transcription list that stood out from the others complied by the county Historical Society. It was for Liguori Cemetery, which I’d never heard of. The fact that I’d not heard of it wasn’t the interesting part. Nearly all the almost three hundred names on the list were prefaced with Fr. or Br. The list itself was provided, according to the transcription list “by Father William McKee”. Findagrave.com did not even list the cemetery.
* Disclaimer: I am not Catholic, never have been and never will be. I have nothing in particular against the Church or its followers, in fact I am fascinated and intrigued by the whole institution. I am also admittedly ignorant of many of its ways and means. Any errors, misstatements or misrepresentations in this entry are a result of that ignorance, not out of malice.
Peeling back the history of this cemetery I tried to learn a little more about the history, lives and works of the folks there, but I kept running into geek barriers. You know how if you ask a car geek a simple question about your car sounding funny, or burning too much oil you end up getting sucked in to the minutiae about things that have no meaning to you whatsoever, like timing, dwell, compression, ignition sequence. . . Well the Catholic Church and the Redemptorists themselves have a rich language and symbology as well and to this outsider it quickly causes the eyes to glaze over. That’s not a put down, just an acknowledgement, one kind of geek to another, that I didn’t grow up in that culture and am just not fluent in the subtleties and dialect.
Challenged by the unknown, I started researching Liguori, Mo. Which is as it turns out named for Saint Alphonsus Liguori, founder of the Congregation of the Most Holy Redeemer. It’s a Catholic thing. Further research revealed that Liguori is the home of several more Catholic things, a Senior Care facility, Liguori Publications (a publishing house with $20 – 50 million annual revenue), and a nunnery, convent or whatever the politically correct word is for a home for nuns: http://www.redemptoristinenuns.org/ They seem like a dutiful, contemplative bunch. Liguori is 120 acres in size and was home of the Liguori Mission House in 1947. One year later a post office was opened there making it the first PO in the world named after that particular Saint. It would seem to me that if I were made a Saint (pause for groans and laughter) that subsequently having a little post office named in my honor might not be such a huge deal. Then in 1960, or thereabouts the convent was opened. My intentions for the cemetery were completely innocent and secular. I had in front of me an entire cemetery that didn’t exist on findagrave, and saw the chance to bring these folks online. I made plans for the weekend, weather permitting, to check it out. That Sunday morning I grabbed water, my camera, the list of names, and a map . As per custom, I forgot to actually take the map with me. This resulted in about forty five minutes driving around in ever widening circles five or six miles form the actual location. Upon finally finding it, by seeing a sign pointing to Liguori Publications, I was pleasantly surprised. There were no stores or gas stations or tanning salons. Entering Liguori was like entering a small college campus. Freshly mowed lawns, a few large buildings, all clean and well maintained, shady trees smooth, un-striped roads, benches under the trees, and very little vehicular traffic. At the end of the road was the large, but neat and tidy publishing house with parking available for the approximately 150 workers, none of them working on this day. I parked there, grabbed my camera and my official findagrave.com cap and walked back down the road approximately one hundred yards where I had spotted the cemetery.It was starting to heat up, but was still moderate, the short walk making me sweat only a little. I had never seen a more logically laid out cemetery. The stones were in a tight grid, and nearly uniform in construction. There were in fact only three or four different types of stone, and like stones were clustered together. They were all simple, frugal and efficient. The graves were uniformly space, with no empty plots interrupting the grid. It was a cemetery that looked as though it were designed by a mathematician or engineer, someone that prized function far more than form. Since the inscriptions all pointed the same direction, east, I started at the eastern-most point and stopped at the first stone. The first few were the exceptions to the standards of the rest of the field. Old stones, not perfectly aligned, and the inscriptions not uniform. This was true only for that first row. This anarchy was discarded immediately starting with the second row. I decided to go ahead, row by row and shoot them all, or at least try. After the first row it got easy, quickly. Since all the stones in a row were the same build, I could stop, shoot, sidestep, shoot, sidestep, shoot, etc. without having to refocus or adjust the zoom. In all I got nearly three hundred shot in less than an hour.Occasionally I stopped to ponder only if for example I noticed the dates between ordination and death were very close, like less than a year as I saw on one or two of them. All the stones had the same basic information, date of birth, date ‘professed’, date ordained, and date of death. All of them had the name, preceded by “Rev. or Br. and followed by C.S.S.R (or C.Ss.R) which stands for “Congregatio Sanctissimi Redemptoris” or in English: “Congregation of the Most Holy Redeemer." This is the official title for the order. (I only found this out later as part of my post-research, I grew up in rural Kentucky, and Latin was not exactly a must-have language there.) I also found out that the official mission (charism) of the order is: “With Him is plentiful redemption." Which I like as a mission statement as it is completely lacking in action verbs. (Source: http://mission.liguori.org/redemptorists/whoare.htm
By the end of the shoot I was covered in sweat and my water was as warm as that sweat, and about as tasty. I trotted (walked) back to the car and fired up the non-frugal or chaste air conditioner and let it blast my body down to reasonable temperatures. I pointed the car towards home, bid adieus to the brothers and sisters and left as quietly and respectfully as I had arrived. I suppose this would be the time to mention the spiritual nature and sensations that are sure to be a part of walking the grounds of so many deceased spiritual soldiers. Sorry, I’ve got nothing. Perhaps my mind is just too closed to that realm, but to be honest, I actually truly enjoyed the peace and serenity of this cemetery, but no more or less than any other. I enjoy cemeteries, I find them peaceful and I tend to get contemplative in them, but none really more than another regardless of the connection to things religious. If any grave causes me to break that emotional wall, it is the tragic deaths, of toddlers, teenagers, soldiers and young mothers. Most of the men buried in this cemetery lived very long lives in the service of their church and were probably in close touch with their own mortality. If unfulfilled spirits indeed haunt the physical world, I would not think this was the place they’d be found. Once I got home I showered and grabbed a bite. I then transferred the nearly three hundred photos to my awesome little netbook. I then began the tedious task of creating the cemetery on findagrave then the individual memorials themselves. I accomplished this by opening up the photos one at a time and typing in the relevant names and dates into the database. The photos themselves had to be reduced, which meant opening up a photo editor and resizing each one to fit in the allowable size for findagrave. Many of the photos also needed to be cropped to center them and make them uniform. Almost as many needed to be rotated from two to five degrees. In my haste the camera was not always level causing several to appear crooked. Once the photo was fixed I saved a copy, leaving the original high-detailed photo intact, giving the small adjusted copy the name on that person’s stone. I then uploaded that photo to findagrave and went on to the next one.
Once I established a rhythm I was clipping along at about three minutes per stone. Best estimates predicted about thirteen to twenty hours of solid, boring, repetitive work, a task that I still haven’t completed. A few here, a few there, I ought to be done by Spring. As of this writing there’s 108 complete, I’ll keep you updated. To date I can not determine if anyone has searched for any of these men. There have been no requests for more info or photos. But then again I don’t expect there will be many. Historically I get most requests and questions from descendants of the interred. By definition catholic priests don’t have many, if any descendants. They are in evolutionary and genealogical terms, dead ends. However they are likely somebody’s uncle, brother or son. So at least there’s a chance that there will be searches even if only by people whose lives they touched.



*** Update. The uploads were completed over the subsequent weeks/months. I've even gone back a couple of times to add new graves.


Oct 17, 2023
Update:
I received a rather unusual request a few days ago:
" . . . I am one of the Redemptorist priests who lives at St. Clement's, next to Liguori Cemetery. We are in the process of creating a website for St. Clement's. Can we have digital copies of all the pictures of the tombstones you have taken in Liguori Cemetery? That would save us from having to duplicate the great work you have already done."

Yes, yes you can Fr. Luberti.
 Delivered. Awesome!
 

1 comment:

  1. You are a dedicated soul! I appreciated your story about Liquore Cemetery in Jefferson Co., MO in 2011. I live in Grain Valley, MO and correspond regularly with a distant cousin of mine in Forest, VA. She sent me the link just today (2016). Seems she had a Walsh cousin who was a Redemptorist Priest and buried there and she thought I might be interested in your article. I was! While I have no relatives there I so enjoyed your colorful writing and appreciate people like you that spend time contributing to Find-a-Grave!. Thanks.

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