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Groups attempt to save history buried in old black
cemeteries (St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Oct. 22,
2001. Photo by Nick Krug)
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weekends and Memorial Days a few generations ago, if you wanted to
find black St. Louis you would have done well to visit Fr. Dickson
or Greenwood cemeteries. "My grandmother, daddy and them would go
out and take care of our plot," Karen Mozee recalls. "I remember
going out as a kid; it was very pretty." The family would picnic,
and sometimes they would look for Karen's great-great-grandmother,
housekeeper to Ulysses S. Grant, who is buried at Fr. Dickson though
no one is quite sure where, "all daddy knows is, somewhere along the
fence."
Greenwood actually had a formal picnic ground. Etta Daniels'
family used to take her there on Memorial Days in the early 1960s to
see her great-grandfather's grave, but visiting the dead was only
part of it. As an adult Etta noticed that her white friends often
reminisced about the things they did as kids in the Forest Park
highlands; she has no such memories - couldn't have them. "So
much of St. Louis was segregated that you used whatever facilities
were available." The burial grounds, built at a time "when there was
nowhere else for African-Americans to be buried except in potters'
field," were solidly "in the community." So black families turned
necessity into invention and fashioned the weekend picnic at the
cemetery.
Now that tradition and the last generation that upheld it are
gone, or almost so. In the 1960s, as segregation ebbed, black St.
Louisans started having themselves buried in the big, formerly
whites-only cemeteries and taking advantage of the glitzier Sunday
amusements that had always been closed to them. The old black
cemeteries went to seed. Weeds grew to six feet and more; vandals
dumped garbage in the night: old refrigerators, unwanted building
materials. Nineteen sixty-three, the year Etta's grandfather was
buried at Greenwood, was "the last I can remember it being really
decent." Burials stopped taking place at Fr. Dickson altogether in
1983; at Greenwood, in 1993. Strictly speaking, Etta doesn't think
Greenwood cemetery ever legally closed. "My understanding was just
that the conditions got so bad out there, funeral directors refused
to do burials." What were once focal points of African-American
social life became sore thumbs of history, waiting for something to
sweep them away.
But memory is a persistent thing, and the memories of a handful
of middle-aged African-Americans have led them to devote much of
their free time and energy to preserving these two pieces of ground
- although each in a very different way.
On a recent Thursday morning, Ernest Jordan, president of the
Friends of Fr. Dickson Cemetery, is walking around the grounds in an
old sweatshirt with holes in the elbows, picking up trash, doing
whatever other errands come to hand. He's here almost every day, but
often - like this morning - alone. In the years since its heyday,
the cemetery has been surrounded by big new homes. Meacham Park, the
most important of the African-American neighborhoods it was built to
serve, was declared a blighted area and paved over with megastores.
The Friends came together in 1988 to keep the cemetery itself from
being chipped away. "As working people, black or white," Ernest
comments, "when you don't have money, things are taken away from
you."
In those early years perhaps 50 or 60 members came to meetings,
mostly the older black women who had always played a central role in
community life. Her mother pushed the young Karen Mozee into
joining; "we did what our mama told us," she says.
Volunteers had a lot of heavy work to do. The weeds, vines and
brambles came practically to the front gate; they hacked it back to
the little white house a dozen yards in. "I guess we were young
enough and adventurous enough to do it," she says. But as the
founders grew elderly, attendance at monthly meetings fell, and
sometimes there wasn't a quorum for a meeting at all. "When you get
to my generation or younger," Ernest says, "you just can't get
anyone to show any interest. They tell me, 'Ernest, the only time I
visit a cemetery is when I have to, when there's a death.' This
organization is no different from any other: Getting people to stay
involved is hard."
You can see the turning point with your own eyes: The first third
of the cemetery is now open and grassy, a few dozen headstones
popping up into view, the rest overgrown. Ernest has been able to
keep those front acres in shape by himself ("When I used to work in
corporate America," he says, he would come here after work, "get on
a lawnmower in the evenings and just use it as my therapy") but back
in Baby Heaven and down the hill, well: Community groups, school
classes and would-be Eagle scouts have come out to help on rare
occasions and beaten back the brush, but the brush has returned.
Christmas in April worked two years to restore the little white
office, but now "the gentleman that found our organization of
interest isn't with the group anymore." The Friends don't seek
partners, although they welcome them when they come. They would love
to see Fr. Dickson listed on the National Register of Historic
Places, become a park or a St. Louis attraction, but first and
foremost they want it to remain a decent resting place for black St.
Louisans - the famous, the personal relatives and the rest - and
they're wary of too much involvement by people who might "take it
out of the community."
Karen (now the vice president of the Friends) says she wouldn't
mind if a responsible someone with deep pockets came along to buy
the grounds, but "projects can become exploitation." Ernest, in his
gentle voice, puts it all more bluntly. "I don't want this to be a
front organization - I want it to be Friends of Father Dickson,
black-owned, black-operated. If we lose, I want us to lose on our
own account."
Up in Hillsdale, the decay within Greenwood Cemetery is only an
extension of the decay that surrounds it. Along St. Louis Avenue
you'll find burned-out houses and a billboard warning of the
penalties for illegal firearms. No one is threatening to buy and
develop this property. As Etta Daniels walks through the grounds,
though, for an impromptu tour on a rainy lunch hour, she makes the
place sound and look like a busy construction site. The front
quarter of the cemetery is trim and attractive; the next, covered
with stumps and neat piles of logs or woodchips, ready to be hauled
away. Further back the headstones peak out from tangles of growth,
but there are tiny American flags alongside those of the buffalo
soldiers, flowers beside some others, willpower overcoming the
brambles even where chainsaws haven't yet.
"We need expert advice on what to spray here," she notes to
herself as she walks, before explaining how Greenwood was "part of
the Victorian cemetery movement." Although Etta has relatives here,
her motivation for founding the Friends of Greenwood in 1999 is more
indirect. First, some run-ins with the eccentric former owner,
Solomon Rooks, fed a general interest in cemeteries and genealogy;
then she attended a conference on cemeteries in Jefferson City,
through which she met a historian, Ann Morris, an UMSL
archaeologist, Tim Baumann, and a grabbag of other St. Louisans who
were also interested in Greenwood.
They didn't have personal memories or racial solidarity to bond
them, only a common interest in St. Louis's African-American
history, and once they formed the friends they set out to squeeze
any aid they could find from anyone else who might feel the same
way. They created a networking committee (to draw in outside
partners), a program committee (to set up Memorial Day events), a
grant committee (to apply for cash aid), a facilities engineering
committee (to rent port-a-potties for public events) - all
combinations and recombinations of the same 10 people. They met
every Saturday to clean. "In the past two years, I've missed two
Saturdays," Etta says, "and one, I was in Japan, and one, my sister
had just died." Often they would bring along a crew of volunteers
that one of their committees had managed to round up, like the
60-odd Missouri National Guardsmen who have worked there on five
weekends this year. "We rented a chipper. They had a chipper
and a lot of chainsaws. When you've got that many people you make
progress very fast."
Alberici Construction donated a toolshed. J.S. Logistics (where
Etta works) gave a chainsaw. Monsanto has supplied the Friends with
weedkiller. Schools and churches from across St. Louis have come to
clean up. The State of Missouri gave them money to help with the
historical research they need in order to apply for the National
Register of Historic Places. Perhaps most important, Missouri
Attorney General Jay Nixon sued Solomon Rooks for neglecting the
cemetery, leading to a court order last year that took the property
away from him. As Ernest Jordan admits, the black community doesn't
have the clout by itself to get these kind of results, but the
Greenwood group has broader ambitions to begin with.
"I would not like to see ownership of the cemetery go to a big
conglomerate," Etta says, "but I don't think it's necessary that it
stay in the black community." The cemetery might become a state
park, an educational center, a nature reserve, one of the rare
places you can actually touch St. Louis' African-American history.
And, she emphasizes, "We talk about African-American history, but
really all of this is American history." To that end, the
hundred-odd people who visited Greenwood's annual ceremonies last
Memorial Day included not just descendants of the honored dead, but
stray St. Louisans who had heard about the event through the media.
What's more, Etta Daniels says, they came in the right spirit: with
lawn chairs in their cars. "They came," she said, "intending to
stay."
Friends of Father Dickson Cemetery A group that works
to preserve the historic African-American cemetery (1903-83) at 999
S. Sappington Rd. in Crestwood. The Friends hold planning meetings
once a month at the cemetery gatehouse; visitors are
welcome. Address: c/o Ernest Jordan, P.O. Box 220612,
Kirkwood, Mo. 63122 Email: ejmadison@worldnet.att.net
Friends of Greenwood Cemetery Association The
association works to develop the Greenwood Cemetery (1874-1993), at
6571 St. Louis Ave. in Hillsdale, into a park and historic site. The
Friends meet at the cemetery every Saturday from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m.
for cleanup work. Address: P.O. Box 741, Florissant, Mo.
63033 Email: legacy@sprintmail.com
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