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For Tombstone Tuesday I am continuing about my cemetery visit to Galveston, Texas and the Episcopal Cemetery.
All that I have for this gravestone is the name Lizzie. Nothing else. No dates no last name.
In front of the statue of this lady holding a baby is a small stone that says Lizzie. Head on baby is cracked.
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