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The Augusta Cemetery is located in the Village of Augusta in Carroll County, Ohio.  The purpose of this website is to help preserve the history of this cemetery, along with the history of the people who are buried there.  We lovingly refer to these people as "residents" of the Augusta Cemetery.  They are the history of Augusta, Ohio, and it is a history worth preserving.

Our old website contained a lot of great information.  Unfortunately, technology marches on, making it necessary to reconstruct this website.  It may be a while before all the information posted on the old website is back online again, but we will be working diligently to make that happen.  You can still reach the old website at http://www.augustacemetery-ohio.com and find information, but you have to deal with the mess.  In the meantime, if you're interested in the family histories of those buried in the Augusta Cemetery, you can visit the genealogy portion of this website by clicking the Family Histories link at the top of this page.

In Memory Of

Paul and Pauline Brown

This site has been prepared
in loving memory of
Paul Edgar Brown (1909-1999)
Pauline Beulah Kinsey Brown (1910-1987)


The Story Tellers . . .

We are the chosen.  In each family there is one who seems called to find the ancestors; to put flesh on their bones and make them live again; to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve.

Doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts, but instead, breathing life into all who have gone before.  We are the story tellers of the tribe.  All tribes have one.  We have been called, as it were, by our genes.  Those who have gone before cry out to us:  Tell our story.  So, we do.

Family HistoriesIn finding them, we somehow find ourselves.  How many graves have I stood before now and cried?  I have lost count.  How many times have I told the ancestors you have a wonderful family; you would be proud of us?  How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me?  I cannot say.

It goes beyond just documenting facts.  It goes to who am I and why do I do the things I do?  It goes to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds and indifference and saying I can't let this happen.  The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh.

It goes to doing something about it.  It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish; how they contributed to what we are today.  It goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family. 

It goes to deep pride that the fathers fought and some died to make and keep us a Nation.  It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us.

It is of equal pride and love that our mothers struggled to give us birth; without them we could not exist, and so we love each one, as far back as we can reach.

That we might be born who we are.  That we might remember them.  So we do.  With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence, because we are they, and they are the sum of who we are.

So, as a scribe called, I tell the story of my family.  It is up to that one called in the next generation to answer the call and take my place in the long line of family storytellers.

(Unknown Author)


Going Home

Click the left side of the audio player above to hear
Going Home
sung by Paul Robeson
at Carnegie Hall on May 9, 1958