Do you know where your grandparents are buried?

I have two living grandparents and two who have passed. One of my grandfathers died long before I was born, and I actually have no idea what was done with his body. My other grandfather died when I was 17 and he was cremated. His ashes were scattered over the lake where he loved to fish in Kansas.

Nope, no idea.

My grandpa is buried in the graveyard in his hometown. But then again most of my ancestors are buried there. It’s in another town and it takes at least two hours to get there. So the only occasion when the family visits him is on New Year and his death anniversary.

I’ll be damned if I don’t remember where he is though. There are too many rituals involving the grave for the extended family to forget anyway. Beside, it’s a sin not to remember too, according to my culture.

My mom’s parents share a grave in Redlands, California. That is about 7 hours away by car. My mom hasn’t been to the gravesite in about twenty years (she is in her 90s now). I stopped there on my way to Palm Springs about 18 years ago. I think I am the only one of my siblings who has been there since my Grandpa died in 1985.

My dad’s parents are buried in Oakland CA, about 10 miles away. I couldn’t tell you exactly which cemetery. I don’t recall my dad ever mentioning going to the grave after his mom died in 1974. And there was only one time when we went as a family to his dad’s grave when my grandmother was alive.

I have not been to the cemetery where my dad’s ashes are in about 7 years; I took my mom there.

Going to graves and cemeteries is not at all something we do in my family. We consider rememberances best expressed doing something the deceased love to do.

My maternal grandparents are buried together in Liverpool, England. My paternal grandparents in Portsmouth, England.
Both are approximately 5000 miles away from me here in Texas.

Yes. My maternal grandparents are together in a pretty little cemetery near a tiny subdivision called Gardenland that my grandfather and my uncle built in Sacramento, California during the Depression.

My paternal grandparents are together in a family plot in a pretty Catholic cemetery that is now surrounded by what has become a very dangerous neighborhood in Baltimore, Maryland. The whole extended paternal family is there going back to the early 19th century, except one. My great-grandmother was Jewish and she was not allowed by the Catholic Church to be buried with her husband and five children —a tragedy and affront that I and the present generation of my family would someday like to see corrected.

Due to the distances, I haven’t been to these sites since the mid-seventies, but these people are not forgotten by my family and remembered at the blessings at family dinners.

My maternal grandparents are buried about an hour away from me. My paternal grandmother is buried right near my father, which is also about an hour away (in a different direction). All in Illinois. My paternal grandfather is buried a state away in Wisconsin.
His is the only grave I have never visited.

My paternal grandparents died before I was born, but I knew my maternal grandparents well.

My maternal grandfather is buried somewhere on Staten Island, I’m sure. He died when my mom was 17.

My maternal grandmother was cremated, and I don’t think she was ever interred. She didn’t have a funeral, either.

I don’t even know my paternal grandparents’ names. My dad’s adoptive parents are buried at Our Lady of something-or-other on Staten Island.

Sure. My fraternal grandparents and my maternal grandfather (along with two aunts, four uncles, a cousin, and my father-in-law) are all in the same cemetery in the city where I grew up — which is about 15-minutes from where I live now.

My maternal grandmother is still alive.

In NY, not very far outside of the city. There are still three spaces left next to my maternal grandparents. My paternal grandparents are buried one on top of another I think? I’ve only been to that grave sight once when I was a teenager.

Yes, both sets. Different cemeteries in different parts of the state of my birth. I have been to both sets of gravesites.

Both my grandfathers died when my parents were kids, and I have no idea where they were buried.
I assume that both my grandmothers are in the local all-the-gravemarkers-are-flush-with-the-ground-so-we-don’t-have-to-trim-around-them cemetery.

I’d be good with them dumping my body in a farm pasture so the carrion could disperse it, but, that, of course, is against the law.

@ibstubro – I plan on donating mine to whatever medical school will have me to let first year med students practice sutures and chest tubes.

My father’s parents are in less than two minutes from my house (I live near the village cemetery). They were buried in the same grave. I never met them, both died before I was born.
As for my mother’s parents, I don’t know. They should be buried in my mother’s home town. I have never met them either, much less visited their graves.

Well, I think my maternal grandparents they are buried in a beautiful, mountain top cemetery in Kent County Washington. That’s where Mom’s urn is interred, anyway, and there are several other family members buried there. I only remember meeting Gramma once, before she died in 1968 or so. Grampa died before I was born.

I don’t have the faintest idea about my paternal grandfather, which is odd, come to think of it. However, during a family reunion in Texas, we went to visit…some place. I don’t know if it was somebody’s old homestead or what. But on the sweeping acres of pastureland there were a scattering of old, broken tombstones in one area. I think maybe that’s where my dad’d mom is. I never met them. My dad’s mom died when he was 13. Grampa died not long before my folks got married.

This is something I’ve never thought about. It really makes me sad.

On my mother’s side, I know exactly where because most of my family, including my parents, are there. I believe the chapel in that Jewish cemetery is dedicated to my grandfather.

As for my paternal grandparents, no. They lived in NY and I never knew them.

All four in the same cemetery about 7 miles from here.

Yes. I have one that is living. Two in the dirt and one in an urn.

Yes. They are all buried within a 60–90 minute drive from where I live now.

My maternal grandparents are in Forest Lawn memorial park in Los Angeles about 400 or so miles from me and I have not been there since the early 1980’s. My paternal grandparents were dead by the time I was born as my father was 45 and the youngest of his siblings. I see no point in making excursions to gravesites. My mother was cremated and scattered around the Red River Valley in New Mexico and my father buried in N.M. as well.

Other various, aunts & uncles are buried at another Sacramento cemetery about 45 miles from me. The last death, of an elderly Uncle was in 2004.
I never visit. Memories suffice.

You know, I know next to absolutely nothing about my Dad’s mom. She was KT’s (my dad’s dad) 2nd wife, and quite a bit younger. I don’t know what she looked like, where she came from, how they met, nothing. I started a family page on Facebook, but when I asked questions I got no answers.

All I know is that she used to say, “If at first you don’t succeed, keep on a suckin’ till you do suck a seed!” That’s all I know.

The maternal grandparents are buried in a cemetery in their hometown with one shared tombstone. It is over 800 miles away.

As for the paternal grandparents, Their remains were also disposed of in their home town. I don’t know the status of Grandma’s. Grandpa was cremated and his ashes scattered in the river at his favorite fishing spot.

They’re all here.

It’s hillbilly country, the foothills of the Ozarks. This is a cemetery owned by the community and run by volunteers. If you want a spot there, you just let so-and-so know and he’ll save it for you. Lots of my ancestors are parked there.

It’s a hard day’s drive from where I live.

Great question @rojo, and no. I know where my paternal grandmother is, and that’s it. My mother’s parents were from a different city and I have no idea where they are buried or scattered. I did find the street where they lived when I visited the city once, their burial place is a mystery.

My paternal grandfather is even more mysterious. We can’t even discover when he died! My sister and I have both done genealogical searches and we cannot find a death certificate. The story we were told about his death, is not supported by the evidence (or lack of it). So who the heck knows where he is?

My maternal grandparents were both cremated. My paternal grandparents never came here from Mexico and so I didn’t know them.

Apparently my grandmother’s (my dad’s adoptive mom) obituary is hidden behind a paywall. If I ever make it back to New York, I’ll look it up. Grandpa Carlin died in 87, and I’m having a hard time pulling his stuff up, too.

Ah, well.