How many times have you passed by a someone’s grave only to stop in pure admiration? Creativity never ends in death. While knowing all the reasons and stories behind each stone is impossible, the privilege is still ours in sight.
While the 6th Annual Day of the Dead 5K has passed, Oakwood is once again excited to have been a part of a long going collaboration! This year, runners and walkers geared up and headed through a course with the cemetery being a large part. Many painted their faces in decorative sugar skulls and still others opted for more contemporary styles. The event allows many families to dress up and run, but it also raises money for the Brentwood Boys & Girls Club so that children can have access to school supplies and activities to enhance learning and creativity. Some of the children from this club even came out to run in the race and contributed to the sugar skull posters used to help runners and a few lost “souls” reaching the finish line.
Local downtown restaurant, Centro, also set up an even more elaborate table of remembrance compared to last year’s. The table, known as ofrenda honors those who have passed on such as ancestors and friends.
Keep an eye for 2017 Centro Day of the Dead 5K! And remember, we are always looking for amazing volunteers who help make these events so successful!
This year Historic Oakwood Cemetery is proud to sponsor our 5th Wreaths Across America. The purpose of this event is to remember and honor fallen U.S. veterans and those who serve. As Karen Worcester, Executive Director of Wreaths Across America said, “We are not here to ‘decorate graves.’ We’re here to remember not their deaths, but their lives.’ These wreaths mean more than an act of kindness and signify the remembrance and gratefulness of citizens across the nation.
Oakwood’s goal this year is to have 1,000 wreaths in the Field of Honor. Volunteers will lay the wreaths out on the graves in a ceremony on December 17, 2016 at 12:00 pm. Wreaths only cost $15. More information can be found through the link below.
Please consider making a donation by buying a wreath and volunteering at Historic Oakwood Cemetery for the ceremony!
Upon first glance of this monument, one would surmise that a husband and wife found each other in the arms of death. Closer inspection details the grave bearing only one body and an empty side with a deeply mysterious story. Here lies Ouida Estelle Emery Hood, who some have unknowingly addressed as Ouida Prikryl Hood. Or were they right in revealing perhaps in serendipity or zemblanity of two star-crossed lovers carrying on an illicit romance?
Ouida. Her name is a variation of “famous warrior” and what a fitting name. Though rife with challenges most women never imagined at the time, Ouida was pitted against fate from the time she was born on September 19, 1883. A shadow looming overhead became an ever present indentation in life. Those who remember her describe a sensational beauty who was marred by heritage, an element uncontrollable used to marginalize her. At the urgency of conforming, Ouida became a baptismal Christian in her community, with sponsorship from prominent figures such as Frank Haywood and Margarent Busby Shipp at the Christ Church.
She never found her footing in Raleigh, living as a boarder here and there. Realizing that if she wanted to emerge from the shadows, a new city must be her home. Leaving for Richmond, Virginia, she later relocated to Norfolk. Perhaps she missed home because Ouida came back and married a local gentleman by the name of Wallace C. Hood.
During World War I, an army training camp localized near Raleigh. Here, Wallace met Franklin Prikryl, a real estate operator from Detroit. A fast friendship grew between these two. Franklin offered Wallace a job if the Hoods moved to Michigan when war ended.
The couple settled not far from Detroit and in a nearby farming community known as Frenchtown. Ouida found her dream country house while Wallace found success in the automobile industry through a partnership with Franklin. This new and benevolent friend moved in shortly after with the duo. Luck favored Franklin more out of the two men as he continued with other ventures while Hood found difficulties. The latter stayed in the industry and steadied himself through long time experience.
Even through their plight, the “family” displayed true generosity and community spirit amongst the town. Neighbors spoke of Ouida as a woman who always cared for others without complaint. Her dedication resulted in the building of a hall for the Frenchtown Grange organization and detailing the landscape with personal touches. She organized the Juvenile Grange and endorsed 4-H clubs for farmers’ children.
While the couple never had children of their own, her love for children proved genuine as she hosted numerous events such as a giant Easter Egg Hunt on a five acre field nearby. She became a voice for women through her organization of women’s clubs. Wherever she went, everyone knew of her reputation as the life of the party. In later years, a neighbor recalled she was “always doing something for somebody.”
Everyone adored the Hoods. Theirs was a seemingly apt marriage until he walked away from her years later. Surely, it was a surpise in the quiet community and a sad event to see the beloved couple bid adieu to one another. Ouida packed Wallace’s belongings one last time and he left Frenchtown. Out of this came a known secret by the town as a conscious uncoupling and one without animosity. Wallace deed the house to Ouida and no official divorce ever came to light. He lived under the radar and not many knew about him, but recent findings show that he remarried and lived the remainder of his life in Michigan. His second bride was a divorcée of Hungarian descent named Kathrine Kish.
The puzzling thing for folks was always the wonder of why Ouida stayed behind when she could have moved to a metropolitan area what with her charm and sophistication. There was no longer anything to tie her down. Except Ouida loved the community and stayed for the joy the friendships bought her, which was a stark contrast to Raleigh.
Franklin stayed as a boarder paying for his room and board. Soon, he reached local celebrity himself through involvement in the community. He spent tons of money working on building more to the Grange and the Juvenile Grange. Whatever organizations Ouida held an interest in, it seemed Franklin was never far behind to lend a hand. Once, he chartered a bus and drove a group of farmers into Detroit on a theater party.
For Ouida, she lived out her life peacefully but with declining health after an operation. Before her death, she deeded her house to her friend and confidant. On February 23, 1930, she suffered a sudden nosebleed which recurred on February 27, 1930, resulting in her death. Ouida never forgot where she came from as her last wish was to be buried there. Franklin took her body to the “City of Oaks” and also bought quite an amount of Michigan earth from her garden to bury with her. This small act was his gift to her and a reminder that she would always rest in the place where she found happiness and escaped the shadow of her childhood.
A grand monument was built and Franklin commissioned a work from the best German stone cutters. Made of granite and bronze, the fixture stands today with three angels and Ouida’s likeness in the middle. Her long ago Frenchtown neighbors contributed $500 while he paid for the rest.
When the memorial was completed, poor Franklin fell bankrupt. Luck turned as several business deals went awry such a stock failing at a Detroit bank. He sold the Frenchtown house and rented a one room farmhouse across the way. Much time was spent on remedying and investing in other business ventures.
After Ouida’s passing, Franklin planted ivy and cared for a grave for a time before asking families of the neighboring graves to care for it. One day without warning, he exited the city without a word just as Wallace did. All he left were gracious words about her in life on the stone. Perhaps, it was a way to remind people that she truly was a good soul who was misunderstood by her hometown.
Today, Ouida remains alone under the grand monument without Franklin who is interred at Forest Lawn Cemetery in Glendale, California on July 17, 1962. Only the year of his birth and name indicates that he should have been in Raleigh. Many years ago, Oakwood spoke with his sister to find out why he never returned to Raleigh, only to discover that he never wanted to speak of the matter again.
What went wrong in the marriage between Ouida and Wallace? Was the outward cordiality between Franklin and Ouida more than words expressed on her stone? The odd story of the trio will remain a mystery for now. Some believed Ouida and Franklin carried on a relationship with more meaning than the outward cordiality. The two never clarified the status in life or death, so there is another part of an untold story.
In the 21st century, it’s not unusual to find people living in glass houses. Literally in every sense of the word. Stranger still is the notion of glass coffins. Actually, it isn’t all that strange with the Victorians during the 19th century. Death naturally occurred so often among these people that mourning became a rite. With mourning came worries about preservation of the dead. The rise of post-mortem photography and memento mori jewelry proved successful as people found parting with loved ones too painful. The prevalence of theft didn’t disappear out of the respect for the dead.
One man by the name of Almond Dunbar Fisk decided to patent an iron air-tight coffin to combat unlawful resurrection. At the top, a glass window displayed the dead while the form fitting sarcophagus inspired lower half conformed to the shape of the human body. Grave robbers would be deterred from pulling the body out through such a small opening at the top. Among the wealthy this option became quite popular as many were buried in finery.
As the demand for Fisk’s one-of-a-kind coffin grew other inventors came up with equally astounding coffins. To represent the fashion of Victorian mourning, the coffins ranged in decor such as angels, roses, berries and leaves. Upon closer look, a coffin often bore the shape of a shroud with elegant draping to boot. However, purchasing one was quite pricey and the most elaborate was a low number in the hundred dollar category. While bodies residing in this metal housing found rest, research suffers from the inability to ascertain the time of death due to its air-tight factor. The decomposition of the body is hindered. Many times bodies have been found still on the verge of decaying.
Early August last year, the Historic Oakwood Cemetery had the pleasure of re-interring 12 unmarked graves that came from the entrance of North Carolina State University’s Carter-Finley Stadium. The graves were found buried on an unremote hill along Gate 6 in an area referred to as Cemetery 2. The graveyard was a mere ¼ acre according to a property map in 1938. Among Southerners, the folk cemetery portrays characteristics of the hilltop interment with rudimentary material for grave markers. Several of the graves held remnants of broken glass suggesting the origin came from around the early to mid 1800s. Along with the graves came the dirt from the area which saw a significant amount of discoloration. Unfortunately, not much extensive research has been done due to limited records. The North Carolina State University has two other cemetery sites known as the Lincolnville AME Church Cemetery and Cemetery 1.
The reinterment of these graves is mutually beneficial for North Carolina State University as well as the Historic Oakwood Cemetery. As a public university, the area is always expanding and removal of these relics ensures no disturbance and damage would succumb. The final resting place of these graves is at the latter and it is with every intention that they remain undisturbed for a very long time.