July 31, 1993
Second Trip to Clymer Cemetery
Today I made my second trip to the Clymer Cemetery a/k/a Brower
Cemetery. Along for the experience were my mother and my husband.
We left for Macy, Indiana at 7:15 a.m. and arrived at Mr. Rayburn's
home at approximately 9:25 a.m. Mr. Rayburn agreed to be our guide to
the cemetery. After my first attempt and failure to locate the cemetery
I wrote a letter to Mr. Rayburn asking him to allow me to hire him as a
guide in assisting me in locating the cemetery.
He took his weed cutter just in case. His in-laws own the property
adjacent to the Mount farm and we climbed the fence into his in-laws
property. There was a herd of cows lying 10 feet in the shade watching
us climb the fence.
We began our hike and had to crouch under thorn bushes with thorns
no less than 2-3 inches in length. We came to a clearing where we had
to cross a creek which is fed by the Eel River. We climbed up a small
but steep hill (by the way, the path we took is a cow path) and came to
a wide open field. Mr. Rayburn climbed a wire fence trimmed with barbed
wire and trudged through the overgrown brush and bramble to see if he
could locate the cemetery. It did not take him long and he took a walk
down to a clearing and called for us to cross outside the woods. We
found a section of fence where the barbed wire had been cut previously
and we chose that section to climb. We crossed a small section of open
field and then into the woods of the Mount farm. (The Mounts used to
run cattle back in the 1980s but Mr. Mount took ill in the mid 1980s
and passed away about two years ago. Since they stopped having cows on
the farm the plants have grown wild). We located the cemetery and Mr.
Rayburn used his weed cutter and cleared away all of the plants
surrounding the stones to the best of his ability. He did a great job.
For a cemetery that is well over 100 years old and has undoubtedly
not been taken care of for quite some time it is in rather good shape.
Many stones are over turned (knocked down by the cows most likely) and
no longer legible by the eye. We did rubbings of a few of the stones
that belong to the relatives that I have definitely traced to us. Those
are Henry Clymer and his wife Phebe Wharton Clymer, Phebe Edwards (one
of their daughters), Elias Bills, husband of Olinda Clymer (another one
of Phebe and Henry's daughters).