I don't know the name of this cemetery, but I call it the Little Baker Cemetery. It is at Millstone, Kentucky up the left hand fork, past Lucky Fulton's home on the left before you reach the Baker Cemetery. As the paved highway stops you can either follow a small graveled road or go into the creek bed, which is also a road. This cemetery is just as you get onto the graveled road. I took this picture looking back where the paved road was.
You can just barely see the cemetery from the road. My uncle, Jerry Bentley, was with me and we were on a quest to find the cemetery where my great grandfather, Joshua Mullins, was buried. Someone told us that there were 11 cemeteries on Millstone, but we found there were a lot more. This little one caught our eye, so we stopped to look and see who was buried here.
It is a little bit of a steep climb up to the graves, but nothing like where my cousin, Alan Bentley is buried on Payne Gap. Every time I go see Alan's grave, I take pictures and say it is the last time. And then I go again.
This is the grave of Mary Baker. Doesn't sound like a connection, does it? She is the great granddaughter of Thomas & Hannah Bentley. Their daughter Margaret Bentley, sister to Daniel Bentley, married William Yonts. Their son Solomon Yonts married Sarah Elliott. Their daughter was Mary S. "Polly" Yonts. She was born in 1835 in Perry County. She married Elijah Willis Baker, thus becoming Mary Baker. Her death certificate says that she died of interstitial nephritis. Nancy June asked me about causes of death that repeated in the family. Nephritis is one that repeats over and over in the family. Her death certificate also says that she was being buried at the "James Baker" cemetery.
Elijah Willis Baker was the husband of Mary Yonts Baker. He was born in 1832 in Viriginia. His parents were Henry W. Baker and Mary Catherine Privett. He was a Methodist preacher. He died of a fever in 1907.
This is standing inside the fence and at the bottom near the road, looking up. You can see there are only a few graves.
This is the grave of Hellen Baker born in 1905 and died in 1906. I can't find who Hellen's parents were.
Update: Hellen is the daughter of Elijah Willis Baker and Nancy Jane Breeding Combs. Elijah is the son of Bud Baker and Hortense Lee.
This is the grave of Clarence D. Baker who was born on August 17, 1910 and died on August 30, 1910. He was the son of Ed and Jane Bentley Baker. Jane was Surilda Jane Baker, the daughter of John Martin Bentley & Malinda Addington. She was a sister to Otho Bentley.
This is another Clarence D. Baker. He was born in 1887 and died in 1902 at age 15. Elijah Willis Baker and Mary Yonts were his grandparents. His father was Solomon Emery "S. E." or "Bud" Baker. His mother was Hortense Lee Friley. Bud was an attorney. In 1882 he was appointed to a clerkship to the Department of the Interior in Washington, D C. He and Hortense divorced. He remarried in 1894. The children were with him in the 1900 census with his new wife, Helen C. Salyers. Hortense married again in 1901 to Joseph Coleman Reynolds. She had five more children.
Thelma Baker was born June 12 1904 and died December 12, 1906. I don't know who her parents are at this time.
.Update: Thelma is the daughter of Elijah Willis Baker and Nancy Jane Breeding Combs. Elijah was the son of Bud Baker and Hortense Lee.
One thing that struck me and makes me want to know who these people are is them not being forgotten. You can see Aunt Jane's little Clarence hardly lived at all. Yet when I was talking to her grandchildren and great grandchildren and they were sharing pictures, there would be a group picture of Jane's grown children and everyone of them would point to a place in the group and say, "this is where Clarence would be". When I first heard this I thought Clarence must have lived and maybe died a few years before the picture was taken. Instead, he was never in any of the pictures, but his place was still being remembered. I think that is what touches me about genealogy -- remembering those who are no longer here and keeping a place for them in your heart, but, that is another story.