I had a nice long weekend. Now back to work. Hope you all had a great Memorial Day weekend and at least took a few seconds to think of those gone past.
I visited the grave of Elizabeth Whitman for some research a friend was doing. Apparently centuries ago out of pity and humanity people used to take pieces of her stone as relics; over the years whittling it down to a stub.
The historical society has since erected a new monument with the original inscription.
In 1797, her life was turned into a novel by Hannah Weber Foster called "The Coquette". A woman's tragic life, where in a time that it was unheard of, she chooses to live the single life. She falls for two contrasting men: a nice minister and a playboy type. In the end she chooses kindness but it's too late for he no longer trusts her.