(Orig. Published 7/2002)
O.K. . . so, like, there’s this cemetery in Vermillion that has a creepy-looking statue of an angel in the back that’s supposed to be possessed by this woman, Lydia Fischer, who killed her daughter Alice. Lydia was, like, sooo guilty about what she’d done that she had the angel erected in memory of Alice. Oh, wait, maybe Alice was Lydia’s sister. Alice had a baby named Betty, who died in 1918, the same year she was born. And Lydia killed Betty. Or something like that. I can’t remember.
Anyway, so, like, Lydia died right afterward because she was sooo grief stricken over what she did. But pretty soon after that, cows started dying in really bloody ways and just bad things were happening and the townspeople were like, “Whoa,” and figured that this isn’t just a coincidence (I think cholera or dyptheria or other really nasty disease was going around at about the same time). It had to be Lydia’s ghost so, like, they hacked off the angel’s hands and clipped her wings. I guess it worked, because the bad things stopped.
But, what I heard is that her ghost is still in the angel, only Lydia has turned good, and one time she even saved a high school kid from getting in a car accident.
The angel isn’t there anymore. I think the cemetery people took her down because she was attracting too much bad attention. Bummer.
See, it says “Tribute to Alice.” So there must be some truth to the story. Notice the cross etched in the pedestal. Weird.
Below, Betty, Lydia and Alice.
O.K., so after drawing from the power of the white light and reciting my special incantations to give these girls’ spirits some peace, I wandered around with my digital camera to capture some orbs. Unfortunately, I captured no such anomalies. Instead, all I got were these lousy pictures. Screw this, I’m heading back to Chestnut Grove.
Clearly, someone cared enough about these fellows to highlight the inscriptions, which are legible enough to read without much effort.
Below, we found these incredible, beautifully preserved bronze markers.
Ann, daughter of John and Jane Ladeleff, who died on March 18, 1843 at the young age of 2.