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"In the north and east corner of the 'Old Cemetery' a space was set apart for the burial of the slaves who died in the homes of their masters. Many faithful men and women, with their little children, found sepulture here, near the last resting place of those they had loved and faithfully served, and who in return were held in affection and esteem. No tombstones mark these graves and most of them have disappeared from sight, so today only a rolling greensward greets the eye of the casual passerby, giving no intimation that beneath its turf lie the dust of many of an alien race who had found home and friends in Charlotte."
—Violet G. Alexander, "The Old Cemetery, Charlotte, N.C.," The North Carolina Booklet, January 1917, Vol. XVI, No. 3, p. 152.
"In the north and east corner of the 'Old Cemetery' a space was set apart for the burial of the slaves who died in the homes of their masters. Many faithful men and women, with their little children, found sepulture here, near the last resting place of those they had loved and faithfully served, and who in return were held in affection and esteem. No tombstones mark these graves and most of them have disappeared from sight, so today only a rolling greensward greets the eye of the casual passerby, giving no intimation that beneath its turf lie the dust of many of an alien race who had found home and friends in Charlotte."
—Violet G. Alexander, "The Old Cemetery, Charlotte, N.C.," The North Carolina Booklet, January 1917, Vol. XVI, No. 3, p. 152.
No markers
"In the north and east corner of the 'Old Cemetery' a space was set apart for the burial of the slaves who died in the homes of their masters. Many faithful men and women, with their little children, found sepulture here, near the last resting place of those they had loved and faithfully served, and who in return were held in affection and esteem. No tombstones mark these graves and most of them have disappeared from sight, so today only a rolling greensward greets the eye of the casual passerby, giving no intimation that beneath its turf lie the dust of many of an alien race who had found home and friends in Charlotte."
—Violet G. Alexander, "The Old Cemetery, Charlotte, N.C.," The North Carolina Booklet, January 1917, Vol. XVI, No. 3, p. 152.
"In the north and east corner of the 'Old Cemetery' a space was set apart for the burial of the slaves who died in the homes of their masters. Many faithful men and women, with their little children, found sepulture here, near the last resting place of those they had loved and faithfully served, and who in return were held in affection and esteem. No tombstones mark these graves and most of them have disappeared from sight, so today only a rolling greensward greets the eye of the casual passerby, giving no intimation that beneath its turf lie the dust of many of an alien race who had found home and friends in Charlotte."
—Violet G. Alexander, "The Old Cemetery, Charlotte, N.C.," The North Carolina Booklet, January 1917, Vol. XVI, No. 3, p. 152.
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