I was looking through the cemeteries in Yazoo County last week, and as I scrolled through the list, I came upon Martin Cemetery. There were three requests and no map. There are 15 people interred there but no photographs. It looked like it was right up my alley.
When I searched for it online, I couldn't find any coordinates for it anywhere. I did find the township, range and section for it, which is 10N, 2W, 17. Great. Now all I needed to do was find a plat map. That ended up being easier said than done. I finally found one that was put out by the Department of Transportation. I was able to download the pdf, and see about where I needed to go.
It looked like I needed to get to Highway 433 heading toward Highway 3 and away from Bentonia. I would come to a right which is Anding-Oil City Road, and then turn left off of it on Cessna Road just past Oil City. I've been down Anding-Oil City Road before, but from the opposite direction. There was a neat little general store there where I could pick up a Coke and a pack of Nabs. The last time through, it was closed. I was in for a surprise this time.
It's now the Oil Field Cafe. Unfortunately, it doesn't appear to be open for lunch on Saturdays, or I would have checked it out when I headed back home.
I kept driving through Oil City until I came to Cessna Road. Cessna Road is a narrow dirt road. I really don't know how far it goes, but it appeared that at one point it runs parallel to the train tracks, and I was thinking that was around where I wanted to be. According to the map, that looks like it's about center of section 17. Cessna Road is really cool. At one point it's like you're driving in a canyon with bluffs on either side of the road.
I don't know how tall the bluffs were at this point, but they were a good bit taller than me. I found out later on that at this point the cemetery was actually to my left and just a little behind me in the woods. That's par for the course. Anyway, I kept on driving until the road came to the railroad tracks. I stayed to the left on Cessna and drove parallel to the tracks. The last person I spoke with about Martin Cemetery understood it to be overgrown and in a pasture. That was my recollection anyway. So, I slowed down and looked for either some sign of it, or some sign of life that I could ask about it.
I hadn't driven that far when I decided to turn around and go back the way I came. As I was driving along, I spotted the mail carrier coming my way. How fortuitous! I stopped and got out of the car and walked to where he was putting mail in a box. I asked him about the cemetery, and he said he drives right by an old cemetery on his route, and to just follow him. Cool! I turned around again and headed back toward where Cessna goes over the railroad tracks. Of course we were stopped by a train. Natch. After it passed we drove for what may have been a mile or two. He slowed down and pulled over. He pointed out a small cemetery in a clearing right off the road. I wouldn't know if it was the Martin Cemetery or not until I got out and checked it out. I thanked the mail carrier for his help, and he went on his way. I pulled over and walked across the street. Looking at the first headstone I came to, I realized this wasn't the cemetery I was looking for. As it turned out, it was the Cessna Cemetery. One thing about it that's interesting is that there are a couple of Civil War veterans buried there, one being Mr. F. M. Cessna.
After taking all the pictures I could at Cessna, I headed back the way I came. This time I was hoping to see someone out and about. The only drawback to going graving early on a Saturday morning is the folks usually like to sleep in. I had passed three or four houses that were quiet other than a dog in front of one that was barking but didn't seem to be too serious about it. He or she never stood up. Getting close to where I started on Cessna Road, I spotted a couple of SUVs and a pickup with a trailer parked on a road. They were tearing down a house. I was pretty sure I'd find somebody there.
As I started walking up the road, a young many came walking toward me. I can still kick myself for not writing down his name or the gentleman he would introduce me to. I introduced myself and told him what I was looking for. He said he knew of two old cemeteries in the area. The first one he described was Cessna, where I had just been. The other one was just a short drive up the road, but he didn't know where. He mentioned that he's buying the property the demolished house is on belongs to "Mr. Benny", who lives in the house right across the street. Mr. Benny came out and I introduced myself to him as well. He seemed a little wary at first. The first thing he wanted to know if is I were a grave robber. I assured him I wasn't. I just wanted to take pictures. As he found our more of what I was about, he seemed to loosen up and was downright friendly when we parted ways. Yep, he knew exactly where it was and gave me directions to it. He did mention that it's on private property and advised I might want to check with the landowner, but he really didn't know how to contact him. Anyway, I thanked him and headed out while the two men visited a bit. As I mentioned by picture above with the bluffs, I was right there earlier but Martin Cemetery is not something you can see from the road.
Mr. Benny told me I should look for the third gate on the left, and it would be just a short distance from there on a bluff in the woods. I came to the gate and parked. I probably shouldn't mention how I got past the locked gate, but I didn't carry any of my stuff with me at first. I just wanted to find it. After walking for a few minutes, I spotted an obelisk shaped monument in the distance. That had to be it. As I got closer, I could see the other headstones.
If had brought a lounge chair, I could sit there for some time, but I didn't and I was through, so it was time to head back. I was hoping to catch up to Mr. Benny and the young man who introduced me to him. I didn't see anything going on with the house demolition, and it was right about lunch time, so I figured I wouldn't worry with it. I do want to say that every time I have been in Yazoo County and dealt with anybody, they have always been pleasant. It really helps make for a great experience. The trip home was uneventful, fortunately. I got home, fixed a cup of coffee, and enjoyed adding the pictures I took to Martin Cemetery. Now to find another... Too many cemeteries but not enough time.