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Odd Gravestone Baffles Inkster Cops / Vanishing Gravestone Back at Last




Detroit Free Press, September 24, 1958



We live such strange lives, especially myself, and for some the
weirdness continues after death. For Bertha Heiden it was likely less
anomalous than our hectic lifestyles but when death came to her she
found a pleasant resting spot in semi-seclusion on a hill at Bell Branch
Cemetery in Redford, Michigan overlooking the future dead in the back
lots of the graveyard.






Detroit Free Press, September 25, 1958



Some twenty years after she was laid to rest in 1930 a thrill-seeker or deviant robbed her stone from its perching
spot off Telegraph Road and absconded with it. In the spring of 1958, 7
years after the heist, the stone suddenly appeared at the Inkster
Police Station, nearly 10 miles away. There it sat leaning against a
cell block wall for half a year before somebody decided to find out
where it came from. A newspaper article in the Detroit Free Press
solved the matter within a day when Heiden's granddaughter, Geraldine
Watson of 26305 Fenkell Avenue, came to claim the marker.









Today, it's still on that hill. After hopelessly searching for an hour,
and almost resorting to homemade dowsing rods in the section that the
Michigan Roots people luckily documented back in 2013 (or else I never
would have located it), I stumbled upon the stone.





 

It's a bit
cleaner than when I found it lying on its backside under a small tree
that I had repeatedly overlooked. After preparing the stone for a crude
resetting with a garden trowel I noticed that there was something hard
and dense beneath the dirt.







A bit of digging unearthed both the base and
some bricks which were originally put there to stabilize the marker. It
obviously wasn't a permanent fix but the old bricks were a pleasant
surprise. I'll have to look up their markings, too.





 

A good
cleaning with Orvus and D/2 should somewhat restore the stone to its
former glory. Cleaning it was the last thing on my mind after a 10 hour
drive through storms and multiple lengthy construction delays yesterday
but it was the right thing to do after uncovering the strange story.








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