It's all cemeteries this time. Photos start after the break:
These are in reverse order, 'cause that's how the computer served 'em up to me. Not that it actually makes a difference in any way, save for a bit of the lighting.
These first photos are from City Cemetery #3.
This was the largest tombstone in a small family plot. It was heartbreaking to look at. There were five graves, apparently all of them siblings. Miss Cecelia here lived the longest by far, and 32 isn't a long life at all. The others were Louise, who was four when she died, Filomena, who died at 8 months of age, Julian Bellinger, who was a bit more than a year old, and Joseph Bellinger, who was only 12 days old at the time of his death. Cecelia wasn't their mother as I had initially assumed; the others were born from 1912 to 1919. The parents were nowhere to be found, although there was room in the plot. According to this, she had another four siblings who lived; that same source says she died of a "paralytic stroke".
The rest of these photos are from St. Mary's Cemetery.
Part of what we did on this particular walk (last Thursday) was to look for the graves of some of my kinfolk. My paternal great-grandparents (along the father's line), the first of the family to come over here from Germany. Frederick William Geissler, Sr. and his wife. I know the grave is in one of the cemeteries which front New Braunfels, but I'm not certain which. In open defiance of how this city markets itself these days, there are enough Germans to fill up two cemeteries (well, not everyone in them is of German extraction, but the bulk certainly are), with spillage into all of the cemeteries in this area. I saw some Gesslers that day, and earlier today saw some Geisses, but no Geisslers. I am certain the info is somewhere online, so I'll find it sooner or later. It's not a family plot by any means; my paternal grandparents are buried in the Sunset cemetery that's over at Eisenhauer & Austin Highway. And even then it's not a family plot; my aunt Linda, who died as a child, is buried in a different part of the cemetery. (It's one with an area set aside specifically for small dead children; none of these I've walked lately have been set up that way.)