Hi. My name is Deb Dube. I live in beautiful Allenstown, NH.
My first attempt of finding a grave was in 2000, when a group of Vets were sitting around a VFW table on Memorial Day. The subject came up about who the name sake for the American Legion Post 28 was and where he was buried. Word was he may have been killed in Europe during WW1 and buried somewhere there. Well...after looking for his DD-214, copies of newspaper articles from that time period and vitals record copies of birth and death certificates, the man sadly never started formal boot camp. He was stricken by influenza there and died. His body was buried with his middle name on a small obscured headstone next to his grandfathers elaborate monument here in town. Articles indicated that the grandfather was a town legislator. Boy, did that go well with the Legion vets. They rather not talk about it. But my "find" was documented and did make it to the front page of the local paper.
I later found out from a 95 year old woman that she had seen a body of a soldier that was brought home in the back of a pick up truck. He had been killed in battle. He was the son of a poor french family. This happened before the Legion name sake was even drafted. But somehow didn't "measure up" to have his name attached to the post. I did find that man's grave and want to explore this further.
I'm not here to rack up my numbers. The people on my list are family, friends, co-workers and local folk. Their memorials are created with loving care and dignity. Also, I will not go out and track a grave to take a photo of a Grave to satisfy a memorial collector. However, I will take photos of graves for families.

Hi. My name is Deb Dube. I live in beautiful Allenstown, NH.
My first attempt of finding a grave was in 2000, when a group of Vets were sitting around a VFW table on Memorial Day. The subject came up about who the name sake for the American Legion Post 28 was and where he was buried. Word was he may have been killed in Europe during WW1 and buried somewhere there. Well...after looking for his DD-214, copies of newspaper articles from that time period and vitals record copies of birth and death certificates, the man sadly never started formal boot camp. He was stricken by influenza there and died. His body was buried with his middle name on a small obscured headstone next to his grandfathers elaborate monument here in town. Articles indicated that the grandfather was a town legislator. Boy, did that go well with the Legion vets. They rather not talk about it. But my "find" was documented and did make it to the front page of the local paper.
I later found out from a 95 year old woman that she had seen a body of a soldier that was brought home in the back of a pick up truck. He had been killed in battle. He was the son of a poor french family. This happened before the Legion name sake was even drafted. But somehow didn't "measure up" to have his name attached to the post. I did find that man's grave and want to explore this further.
I'm not here to rack up my numbers. The people on my list are family, friends, co-workers and local folk. Their memorials are created with loving care and dignity. Also, I will not go out and track a grave to take a photo of a Grave to satisfy a memorial collector. However, I will take photos of graves for families.