The Old Burying Ground of Fairfield, Conn: A Memorial of Many of the Early Settlers in Fairfield, and an Exhaustive and Faithful Transcript of the Inscriptions and Epitaphs on the 583 Tombstones Found in the Oldest Burying Ground Now Within the Limits of Fairfield |
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The Old Burying Ground of Fairfield, Conn. a Memorial of Many of the Early ... Kate E Perry No preview available - 2018 |
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9 months ABIGAIL Anno Dom¹ Augt BARTRAM Benjamin Silliman Bibbins Bulkley Buried the Body BURR Esq BURR who died Church Colonial DANIEL David Beers DAVID BURR death DECD died April died Aug died August died Dec died Feb died Jan died July died June died March died Nov died Oct died Sept ESTHER Fairfield father Gershom HANNAH Hezekiah HOBART inscription interred ISAAC ISAAC JENNINGS JENNINGS who departed JOHN John Gould Jonathan Ogden Jonathan Sturges JOSEPH PERRY Judson lies Buried lyes Buried ye LYES YE BODY March ye Marquand married MARY memory of SARAH Mill Plain Monogram Nichols NOTE NOTE.-Mrs NOTE.-The Oak Lawn Osborn who died Peter Bulkley Peter Burr Peter Perry REBECCA Relict Revd Robenson SAMUEL ROWLAND SETH SMEDLEY SQUIRE stone Sturges who died THADDEUS BURR Thorp tombs town WAKEMAN WHEELER widow wife of Capt William WILLSON y'rs Yale College
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