For some odd reason I like to visit cemeteries, and look at the dates and names, and wonder what these folks did for a living. I wonder if they had a happy life, and if they had more successes than blunders. People fascinate me. Their stories fascinate me. When I look at a year book, I want to see names, even if I don't know the person. To me, collages in year books without names are worthless. While I was living in New Milford, PA, I went to the cemetery for a little visit. New Milford is in the Endless Mountains, which are not as rugged as the Rockies, but still they are steep. For the life of me I do not know how they ever got a horse drawn hearse up the side of that mountain, but they did.
Newton Hill Cemetery was right beside the Central Compressor Station fence on Turnpike Road near Montrose, PA.