As I step onto the grounds of St. James Anglican Church in Wilmot Township, for the first time I am aware I am among greatness. Standing in the shadow of the steeple and looking out over the churchyard, it’s easy to feel the pull of the past. The weathered markers lining the grass aren't just carved slabs of marble and granite; they are the final chapters of real lives, written by hand, preserved in stone, and anchored right here in our local soil. As we embark on our brand-n

As you pass through the gates, familiar regional surnames begin to emerge from the marble and granite faces. The churchyard holds the resting places of prominent local dynasties including the Puddicombe, Brown, Tye, Squires, Mitchell, and Barber families. These were the early homesteaders, tradesmen, and civic figures who felled massive hardwoods, tilled the fresh soil, raised timber-frame barns, and established the social fabric of the settlement. Tucked among the rows are t

Anna ‘Annie’ Elizabeth nee Schaefer Heinbuch, one of the first settlers to the area, arriving here in 1835 with her husband John Heinbuch. Married in Shakespeare, the same year they arrived, celebrating the event at the Fryfogel Traven, the most happening place at the time, or the only place. Records report that once married the couple returned to the bush, finding their homestead property at lot 25, concession 4. Annie and her husband lived there for almost 60 years until Jo

I’ve always carried this quiet belief that no one truly wants to be forgotten. Even the humblest life holds a hope; that someone, somewhere, will remember we were here. That we mattered, that our story didn’t simply dissolve into the soil, or drift away on the winds of time. It’s that belief, that has shaped me for years, but it wasn’t until recently that it became something more than a feeling. It became a responsibility. My journey into the unmarked graves of St.Marys began

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My journey as a Headstone cleaner and where we are going.

I feel like a detective, uncovering hidden details from the past.

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