Campbell Cemetery near Balderson

We like visiting cemeteries. I've done learning activities with students, reading the stones, doing math activities, rubbings of the stones, analysing the data.
An amazing spot. We've passed it a couple of times, and without any corn growing, we could see it!

There is info on the Internet about this cemetery.

On the Internet
• Transcript: Lanark County Cemeteries
• Index: OCFA (Ontario Cemetery Finding Aid)
• Photos: Lanark County Cemeteries
Not on the internet

• Transcript: Lanark County Genealogical Society
• Microfilm: Archives of Ontario

It's an old cemetery, up on a hill with an amazing view. The stones date from the 1880s, early 1900s, to more recent, modern styles. Many are falling apart. That Lanark limestone didn't hold the test of time. In this era, people can import marble, which lasts longer. They tend to put images on the stones, as well. It gives much insight to the person.

George Wilson (1836 - 1915)
Elizabeth (1837 - 1916)
John (1864 - 1897)
Gilbert (1868 - 1891)
Arthur (1870 -  1891)
Agnes (1865 - 1939)
 Elizabeth (1889 - 1965)

Two pairs of infants (d 1878)

John Campbell (b 1820)
Duncan Campbell (d 1863, age 38)

John Campbell Left, (d 1852, age 31)

John Thompson (1882 - 1903),
Alex Thompson (d 1908) age 27,
John & Betty Thompson (d 1912, age 68; 1844 - 1921)

Sacred to the Memory of Mary, 

who was born Oct. 31, 1817 and died June 17, 1836.

Helen, born July 19, 1822, died April 21, 1843.

Alex. R. McDonald, born July 11, 1826, died Nov. 13, 1855.

(Children of Henry & Ann McDonald)

I read the story about this young man. He was frustrated with his learning disability, apparently.

'My life's a lie': Jesse Graham

The 17-year-old committed suicide.

So sad.

I cannot fathom how it takes teachers until gr. 11 to determine that a student has dyslexia. I do recall arguing with a colleague. He had taught the child in gr. 2, and I had him in my gr. 3 class. His marks weren't as high in my class, and I thought he might have a disability. He was unable to copy simple homework assignments from the chalkboard into his agenda.
His handwriting was a clue. 

This 'colleague' swore up and down it was my fault the child wasn't doing as well, this he told the private psychologist agency hired to assess the child. 

I was right. He had dyslexia. I was so angry.

This colleague was a candidate for vice-principal. I shudder when I think about the kids this man would later fail, including the foster child he adopted and later gave up.