One of my favorite genealogical activities is walking through cemeteries, checking out the names of those who have gone before us. Every so often, though, I come across a name that makes me stop and say, “Wait. What?”
Such is the case of this stone that I walked past in Ira, Vermont a few weeks ago.
|Gravestone of Anna Fish, Riverside Cemetery, Ira, VT|
1804 – 1846
“Really?” I thought. “Someone named their child Served Fish?”
It gets better though. As I got ready to write this blog post, I looked up Served’s birth record. His father: Preserved Fish.
Sometimes you really can’t make this stuff up.