Its residents share a similar variety despite the ground being tilted in the direction of Yalites. It boasts Revolutionary War veterans, a victim of the Hindenburg disaster, inventors like Charles Goodyear—who gave us vulcanized rubber—and Eli Whitney—whom, for some reason, we all had to learn invented the cotton gin. Dictionary guy Noah Webster’s in there, as is the father of Harriet Beecher Stowe and the guy who named most of the dinosaurs. Plenty of other notables and semi-notables and local-notables. Mostly, though, it's a lot of very smart people buried here.
It kind of means those people-under-the-green are buried in two places. All I know is that the auspicious Grove Street Cemetery isn’t a bad place to end up, even if it’s just your headstone.
|Actually labeled "Libby's Grave."|
|A dead bird makes more sense than most things I've seen carved on gravestones.|
|I've heard of cotton gins all my life. Still barely know what one is.|
|This is the grave of the first black woman given tenure at Yale. |
Note how it's her years at the university and not of her life that are engraved.