In Ohio, between a corn field and a bean field, 750 ft from the dead end of the nearest road is a cemetery overgrown by decades of plant growth. It only becomes visible to those who wade into the sticker bushes and undergrowth. The tombstones are no longer attached to the ground, but have been broken and moved by time. Yesterday, after much searching, we were able to find the grave stone of my 4 times great grandmother, Elvira Carnahan. If it were cooler we may have had time to find her husband’s. Another (hopefully cooler) day, I will try to come back again!