July 9 - Scugog

The first photo is of the farm that now stands on the original Scoville homestead. The next is of the land next to the cemetery which as you can see runs down to the lake shore.

Finally, a photo of Stephen and Rebecca Scoville's broken headstone.

It lists both of their names and their dates of death. He died 26 February 1869 (born in 1783). She died 28 February 1870 (born in 1782). You can't see the small inscription arching across the top of the stone but it reads, "Who bears my cross shall surely wear my crown."

I don't know if I can adequately express how I felt at discovering their final resting place and being able to walk on that sacred ground. I did the original research that tied them to my family history. I stood proxy for Stephen in the Temple when he was baptised, ordained to the Priesthood, endowed and sealed for time and all eternity to Rebecca and his posterity. Perhaps because of the spirit of Elijah as foretold in the book of Malachai, my heart has been turned to my fathers. I feel like theirs have also been turned to me. Ever since I learned of them I have longed for this day when I could touch the ground wherein they lie and walk upon the soil on which they toiled. The difficulty we had in locating the spot only enhanced the earnestness in which I sought the place. It seemed as though a miracle that we found it at all. Clue lead to clue, chance and opportunity lead to kind people and finally success!

I couldn't choke back the tears at the thought, that I should have this privilege and experience these feelings and touch this beautiful place.

I feel like the link that has been forged in my connection to these wonderful people has been strengthen and confirmed. I am theirs and they are mine, forever.

Here is a Google Earth image of the Scoville Family Cemetery.