Last week I mentioned Jesse Haines, the Hall of Fame Baseball pitcher.
He was a pious man who kept his personal integrity in an often ribald profession, and when he retired from pitching, he was given a sundial, which he treasured so much it became part of his gravestone in Bethel Cemetery just north of Phillipsburg.
Uncle Arlie and Aunt Edna are buried nearby, as are my Ehrstine great-grandparents.
Orphan George 