Sunday, August 09, 2026

Cathedral Cemetery and Our Mother of Sorrows Catholic Church























 Anyone who knows me knows that I have researched my family’s history for the last 35 years. By a striking coincidence, my recent interest in Cathedral Cemetery—located at 1032 N. 48th Street (Lancaster & Girard Ave)—led me to the very church where my 2x great-grandparents were married in 1884. In 1849, Bishop Francis Kenrick purchased 45 acres of farmland to build a Catholic cemetery for the influx of Irish and German Catholic immigrants who had recently made Philadelphia their home. The plan was to sell burial plots and use the proceeds to fund the building of the Cathedral Basilica of Saints Peter and Paul at Logan Square. At the time, a priest from the nearby St. John’s Orphan Asylum used to say Sunday Mass at the asylum for the orphaned boys and local residents. Noticing that the cemetery's gravediggers were unable to attend, he decided to convert a tool shed inside the cemetery into a makeshift chapel so he could say Mass for them. He called this chapel St. George. Over time, the little tool-shed chapel became so crowded that church leadership determined a proper church needed to be built. Consequently, Our Mother of Sorrows (Our Lady of Sorrows) was constructed in 1870 at the head of the cemetery. Bill and I research and photograph different places of interest, and I write their historical backgrounds. When we set out today, our primary interest was simply exploring the old cemetery. However, while driving through the grounds, we couldn't help but notice the two enormous spires atop the twin towers on both sides of the church building. I immediately hopped out of the car to take in the magnificent sight. Although the church closed its doors in 2017 after merging with St. Ignatius, the school remained open until the end of the school year in 2026. When I discovered the name of the church, I remembered that a set of my direct ancestors had been married in a church with a very similar name. As soon as I got home, I went back into my notes, and there it was in black and white: my paternal 2x great-grandparents were married in that exact church in 1884. At the time of Alexander Mervine and Maryann Hughes' marriage, Alexander lived on 61st Street and worked as a “mutton butcher.”Cathedral Cemetery (or Old Cathedral Cemetery) contains some fascinating headstones and holds about 300,000 burials, though many plots lack stones or grave markers of any kind. Notably, 50 members of the 69th Pennsylvania Infantry from the Civil War are interred in its grounds; the 69th famously fought at the Battle of Gettysburg. Alexander himself was a member of the 68th Pennsylvania Infantry. When Maryann died, she was buried in a Catholic cemetery in Camden, New Jersey. When Alexander passed away a few years later, he was buried in Odd Fellows Cemetery, which was located at 22nd and Diamond Street. However, Odd Fellows was closed in 1951 when the Philadelphia Housing Authority acquired the land to build the Raymond Rosen housing project. They moved and reinterred the bodies elsewhere. Through my earlier research on Alexander Mervine, I discovered that his remains were relocated to Lawnview Cemetery in Rockledge and interred in a mass grave with others from Odd Fellows.

Friday, June 09, 2023

Happy 7th Birthday to my granddaughter.
I called to wish her a happy birthday. No response.
Bill dropped off the gifts. Door was closed in his face.
Then I received a follow up text.
We tried Ava.



Thursday, June 30, 2022

Ava

 I picked up your birthday and grade school graduation cards today. I found myself standing in the aisle of my local CVS reading all the different cards for a granddaughter. It should not have been difficult picking a card but it was because I felt like I was buying a card for someone I did not know. You see, I have not seen you for several years. Yes. I periodically am in contact with your mom and she tells me little things about you from time to time. However, I have not seen you since you were about five years old. The last time you spent any real time with me was the summer of 2011 after a vacation with your cousins Shaun and Nikolas at Dutch Wonderland. You were four years old. Prior to that you spent most weekends at my house. 

Though you were removed from my life, I never forgot you. As a matter of fact, I think about you everyday. I do not grieve as I once did in the early days but I would be lying if I did not say there is a sadness within my heart I carry everyday. In my mind, you are still four years old. That is the memory I have. But you are not four years old anymore but a young lady nearly 14yrs old. I imagine you to be the sweet little girl I once knew but older. I do not know if we will ever reconnect in the future though I hope we do. But I would leave that decision up to others including yourself. So much life has been experienced and lived and there will be questions. Questions, I will answer to the best of my ability without hurting anyone in the process. Sometimes, decisions are made with the best intentions but still full short of the mark. I truly believe that some of the decisions that were made in the early years were made for you out of love and protection. Or at least I hope so. I will always love and I hope one day you seek me out.

Love Mom Mom

Wednesday, September 02, 2020

It’s Been Awhile




 It has been a while since I posted. Truth be told, I was busy living life working, traveling and enjoying my family. Over the last two years, Bill and I traveled to Northern California and toured up and down the coast followed by a trip to Scotland with my two teenage grandsons, celebrated my 60th birthday in Aruba with my mom and sister, buried my biological father in South Carolina as well as my sister-in-law in Tennessee. My oldest grandchild graduated high school and went off to Millersville University. My second grandchild started high school. My youngest grandchild is in her third year of dance and soon to start Kindergarten. Of course, there was the pandemic that turned many worlds upside down. The upcoming presidential election in which I have been actively working for the Democratic Party. Many pictures were taken. I can’t promise that I will be back on here in a regular basis or that I will post those pictures. 

Monday, June 11, 2018

I wonder if I have been too harsh in my thinking. She could have been doing the best she could with an impossible situation. Maybe I should consider the entire picture? Maybe she felt as though she needed to protect her child? Maybe I am being selfish? Maybe I should just let it all go? I decided a long time ago I would not push the issue that I needed to come to grips with the decision. That I would wait by the sidelines with a hope that she will find her way back into my life. I guess I am human. Loss is something I must endure.