I have to say, for almost three hundred years ago, ninety years old is a remarkably long life for someone in the early 18th century to live to. Another very old stone, this one, rich with memory.

-2Paw.

To say nothing of the fact dude started carving gravestones at 59 after emigrating from England to here.

Very, very impressive; my own great-great grandparents, my grandmother's materal grandparents, emigrated from Victorian England to Canada partway through the 1800s, not quite so early, but the similar I feel deeply, even though the man buried in this grave was otherwise a stranger. I do have the pleasure of knowing where my great-great grandparents are buried, in a cemetery still in used and well-maintained and not far from my home. My great-great grandfather died and was buried there first in 1900, and last to be buried there was his wife, my great-great grandmother, right at the beginning of the Great Depression. Since then, in 1930, no sod has been turned at that burial site.

-2Paw.

The first of a dynasty -- that must have been an honor indeed.