I started my first day with a visit to the Salt Lake City Cemetery. I wanted to visit the graves of Josephine Turner and her sister Ada Rex. For those of you who may not remember, it is my theory that it was the baptism of Josephine Turner in May of 1884 by John H. Gibbs that led to a violent opposition to Mormon preaching in Lewis county, Tennessee. Josie and Ada left for Utah later that month to attend school. The missionaries continued along with their travels and didn't return for a couple months. By the time missionaries returned the opposition fervor turned violent and led to the death of Gibbs and another missionary William S. Berry on August 10, 1884. This has since become known as the Cane Creek Massacre. http://amateurmormonhistorian.blogspot.com/2008/07/cane-creek-massacre.html
Back in the west the sisters finished school and lived their lives. Josie's life took her for a while to Chicago, while Ada went to Idaho. Ada married, had a son, and divorced. Josie never married. Eventually the two moved in to a home in Salt Lake City, where they raised Ada's son together. It was there that the two lived the rest of their life, and died; Ada in 1940 and Josie in 1956. Not being flush with cash, Ada's son had them buried in the same plot. You can read more about them here.
The location of the plot was easy to find online. (W-6-7-1-E). But there was no photograph of the gravestone. This I intended to remedy on my visit. Armed with plot numbers and a cemetery map I drove to City Cemetery. I quickly found section W-6. Admittedly I had little understanding of the number scheme but I guessed I could wander section W-6 until I found what I was looking for. After 20 minutes in the section, and an encounter with a curious fox, I was unsuccessful.
This cemetery, unlike many in Tennessee I have haunted, had an office with a very helpful staff. In 5 minutes I had a more detailed map than the one I found online marking the location of the plot along with neighboring graves for reference. This time it would be easy. I parked close to right section and walked straight to right place and found nothing. To be more specific I found grass but no marker.
I can't help thinking they deserve one. But for now I will have to be satisfied with writing about them; the one kind of memorialization I can do best.