The Waterloo Times
Oct 22, 1915

A LONELY AND NEGLECTED SPOT

It’s not far from the little school house on the hill, where the shouts and laughter 
of the children can be heard while at play; it’s not far from the little creek where 
the drops of water flow – flow over pebbles. Around curves, whither no one 
knows; it’s not far from the highway where men travel – travel back and forth day 
after day, always nearer and nearer the end of their journey; it’s not far from the 
homes and lands where they once lived and toiled who now lay at rest in this lonely 
spot.  Close by once stood the large, rude structure in which the fathers and mothers 
of quite a few families of this county met to adore and serve their God; close by also 
stands what is left of the little old log school house in which the children of many years 
past were taught to love and remember their parents and dear ones, even unto the 
end of time.  Ah, reader! and this lonely spot – it’s the old, old cemetery.  Go there, 
but not to find tall tombstones, glittering and erect; not to find graves covered with 
flowers; not to find walks of gravel or brick, for its all a wilderness, overgrown with 
grasses, vines, shrubs and trees.  Go visit this resting place of the departed and you’ll 
find a neglected spot.  Neglected, yes neglected and forgotten by all, even by the head 
of the church.  Sad, but true.
Foster Pond, Oct 20.