Carlisle Area Historical Society

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Maud Hull


Hello, My name is Maud Hull. I was the youngest child of Dr.


William and Margaret Church Hull. I died quite suddenly when


I was only 16. It was December of 1886...I barely got a chance


 at life.


You might recognize my mother's maiden name....Church. Her


father-my grandfather-was Jeremiah Church, the founder of


Carlisle. In fact, if you look closely at my stone, I am buried


beside both my Mother and my Grandfather.


Shortly after being laid to rest, a heavy snowfall came to


Carlisle. Right after that snow, a young boy was taking a


shortcut through the cemetery and noticed tracks in the snow.


Those tracks led to my grave where they plainly showed that


my grave had been disturbed. Thankfully, the young boy ran to


town to notify my family.


My oldest brother Dr. Frank Hull, took charge of the search for


my missing body. The search went on night and day but to no


avail.....Until a shoe salesman from Carlisle, named Andrew


Clark  heard something disturbing. He passed on the clue he


had heard while fitting shoes for two medical students from


Des Moines. Those students just couldn't resist talking...thank


goodness for that.


After collecting  a few more tips, my brother, the detective and


his friend, Mr. Fry, went to a medical building in Des Moines,


and looked down through a skylight into a dissecting room. In


my day, unfortunately, bodies were sometimes snatched to be


used to further the education of medical students.  What they


saw when they peered in confirmed their hunch. It was me,


lying on a table. They entered the building and brought me


back to my resting place here in the Carlisle Cemetery pulled


by a horse-drawn sledge.Then quietly and reverently, they


placed me in my final resting spot.


Someday you might wander through this pleasant area and


you will spot some graves with cement over them. To ward off


would-be thieves, it became a popular thing to do.


For some time afterwards the good people of Carlisle took


turns at night guarding and watching over the graves of their


loved ones and fellow citizens here in the cemetery.


Sadly the grave robbers were never even punished.



Martha Casebeer



Good evening,


My name is Martha Casebeer. This is my grave right here. It’s


nice to see visitors in this old part of the cemetery. Very few


people come here anymore and even fewer come to see me.


You see, I’m not from here. I have no folks here. We was just


passing  through. I was born in Ohio in 1818. My Pa was a


blacksmith in his early life and later turned to farming. We had


a good life.


Then the war came. My brother, James went for a soldier in


the Ohio Volunteers. He died in 1863. He left a widow and 8


children. At 27, I was nearly an old maid when I married


Soloman Casebeer. He was a widower with a child so I


became a wife and a mother in the same day. Soon I was a


mother for real. All together we had 6 children. After both


James and Ma died, the whole family decided to pick up and


move west. Leaving the only homes we had ever known was


frightening but we knew there was a better place for us. A


place where we could heal from the wounds the war had left.


We could only take a small part of our belongings.


Mostly we walked. Folks was friendly and often we


stopped along the way for some time just to get over the


weariness. There was something new to see with every mile


that passed. I never saw such a mighty big river as the


Mississippi. My brother Austin found a spot for his family in


Brooklyn, Iowa. Pa stayed there too. He was sick of travelin’.


Me and Soloman and our family kept on going. When winter


came we stopped here for a while. It’s a nice place but


Soloman planned to move on in the Spring. The weather was


damp and cold. That cough I had turned nasty and there was


no medicine to help. I went quick. That was January of 1875.


I’ve been right here for 141 years. That is all there is to the


story of my life. I wasn’t nobody special. I never did anything


important but everyone deserves to be remembered. I hope


you’ll come and visit me again someday.