For the past week, I’ve been in waaay upstate New York (about an hour south of Montréal), visiting family, and while there stopped by a small cemetery I’ve been wanting to stop by for literally many, many years, and never had. I’ve driven past this cemetery for so long, both as a high school kid on the after-school athletic bus to and from athletic “meets,” or on the after-school “late bus” dropping everyone one off after after-school sports practices (more likely this), as well as an adult visiting family.
I’ve kept from inserting a comma between the “m” and “s” in this post, since there’s not one on the cemetery’s sign.
McColloms Cemetery is a private cemetery (which I did not know at the time—and no one came out to meet us while we were there), located on Route 30, 6.3 miles north of the intersection with Route 86, in the town of Brighton, NY, which was first settled around 1815.
One of the headstones is for Michael Samburgh (1959 – 1988). I knew him in high school, and found his picture in my year book the year before I graduated. Rest in peace, Micheal.