Horses. Or the crucifying hill. I’m flipped.
A lot of my ancestor-people are buried at Calvary Cemetery in Dayton, Ohio. Including my parents. Whenever any of us visit a cemetery, especially at the time of someone’s death, there seem to be many things on our minds. But I often wondered how this place, Calvary, got its name. You see, up until today, […]
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