Mount Royal Cemetery

Passion runs strong when we research our immediate family and where they are buried, as we decide where we will finally rest. Like so many, I have examined this and the certificates of death learning how they died, even finding where my problems may have originated. Unknowingly, my own children and grandchildren have been named after these predecessors. So, I'll be the tenth with my last name to rest here with my grandfather.

Jennifer Price endured my diatribe and suggested an economical yet meaningful way to kill two birds with one stone. My grandfather didn't have a marker, so my ashes will be placed under a shared marker with him for one reasonable price. I look like his father now, so this should work out well.
He was a violinist and I sang. He had great bubbling Christmas ornaments and a cobalt water bottle in the refrigerator always. There was a market down the street with a case full of penny candy in Aspinwall.

I live outside Atlanta, so this will be coming home. The Gilbert family came from Staffordshire in the 19th century to Sharpsburg. 2nd ggf, 1st ggf, lived there. Grandfather and father born there. Grandmother, who married my grandfather was baptized there. Her family was from Baden Wurtenburg. Her father lived in
Sharpsburg, but most were from Butler.

This Cemetery is a resting place for my lines of Pittsburgh and I hope encourage interest in investment to the beautifying of the grounds.

I Love this cemetery. That may seem strange to say, but I have been visiting here since I was a young child. When my cousin Tim died in 1959, my grandmother and I would walk up Villsack road, a half block, to sit by his graveside. As my grandmother said her prayers, the expanse of rolling hills, green were beautiful and comforting. I spent many hours in spring, summer and fall here and later, as an adult found the peace of the area with only flat plaques in the ground as grave markers had helped me find a sense of peace with loved ones passing on.

Since that time, my grand parents and more cousins have been buried here. We have had viewings in the main building and across the street - and funeral internments. Sad as they have been, the knowledge that they are here has been a comfort no matter where I have been traveling in the world.

I have been back often in adulthood to sit and pray for my loved ones, and whenever friends have journeyed with me - often across the country - they have been moved by the peace and gentleness of Mount Royal Memorial Park.

My biggest complaint is the hours. When coming from hours away or flying into Pittsburgh specifically to visit my loved ones, the closed hours, including Sundays, has been very inconvenient. The management should at least make arrangements for people coming from afar.