Sorrow lingers in a place like the Bloomington Cemetery, where people have buried their loved ones for more than 150 years.
There's a stubby white sandstone marker topped by carved lambs for "Our Babes," two infants born in 1866 and 1867 who both died a day after their birth. Plastic flowers and a praying cherub flank the angry, fading headstone for 10-year-old Susan, "a Christianized Dakota girl MURDERED by the Ojibwa Indians, June 12, 1856."
The marker for John Willis Bunker -- better known as Willie -- says he was 10 years old when he died in 1872. What it doesn't say is that after the boy's family came home with a new team of horses, Willie accepted a friend's dare, jumped off a sack of wheat and slapped one of the horses on the flank. He was kicked in the forehead and died three days later.
Stan Danielson knows many of the stories linked to the Bloomington Cemetery, which is at 10300 Lyndale Av. S. But he says there are "a lot of mysteries to clear up," including one linked to a night in August 2010 when vandals damaged two headstones and walked off with a third.
The stolen marker was the oldest in the cemetery and had been vandalized before, possibly in the 1960s. The top had been broken off, so the name of the dead was missing. The three pieces that remained had been glued back together on a cracked base, offering a tantalizing clue to the deceased's identity: "Jan. 12, 1853, Aged 63 years." It was followed by a verse:
"Hear what the voice of heaven declares,
To those in Christ who die:
Released from all their earthly cares,