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A Headstone That Caught My Eye

Dirk Groen’s grave in Ogden Cemetery caught my eye one day as I wandered through the headstones, camera in hand. I love exploring cemeteries, searching for the stories hidden in stone. Ogden City Cemetery is one of my favorites; it’s old, expansive, and filled with unique headstones that hint at lives once lived. No matter how many times I visit, I always seem to find something new.

At first glance, Dirk’s headstone wasn’t unusual, but something about it made me pause. The inscription noted he had died young, which always piques my curiosity. Who was he? And what had happened to him?

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Discovering a Unique Monument

Much to my children’s disappointment, I love wandering through cemeteries, camera in hand. They usually get dragged along — it builds character, right? We often visit the Ogden City Cemetery since it’s close, old, and filled with unusual headstones. No matter how many times I go, I always find something new, like the William Samelius grave.

One day, a large monument caught my eye. Something about it felt different, so I stopped for a closer look.

William H Samelius – Dean of American Watchmakers. His contributions to horology during a long and vigorous life are immortal.  He had the joy of working with the finest fabric of God’s universe. The measurement of the passing of time.

Pretty great epitaph, right? His epitaph was unlike any I’d seen before. The words on the William Samelius grave weren’t just a tribute — they captured a lifetime of dedication to time itself.

The Mystery of the Clocks

I then noticed that a couple were buried there, and the small clocks with specific times next to their names caught my attention. Since each clock displayed a different time, I suspected they marked their times of death. Curious about William Samelius, I set out to uncover his story and determine if my theory about the clocks was correct.

A Lifetime Devoted to Time

I discovered that people widely knew and respected William Samelius as a master watchmaker. Samelius didn’t just become a master watchmaker, he was born into the craft. His father was the royal watchmaker of Sweden, a skill that Samelius would later refine and expand upon in the United States. As a young watchmaker, Samelius designed a complex, gearless watch that even master craftsmen struggled to understand. The King of Sweden saw his invention, grew so impressed, and granted Samelius a five-year sabbatical to travel the world and study horology.

During World War I, Samelius served as an Army inspector, ensuring the precision of firing and timing mechanisms for 77m guns. His knowledge of watchmaking translated into wartime innovation. This proved that mastering timekeeping had life-or-death consequences.

His experience in military precision only deepened his passion for watchmaking. To Samelius, it was an art of extreme precision. His students learned to measure tolerances as small as 0.0001 inches. This is equivalent to splitting a human hair lengthwise 30 times. Watchmakers had to ensure that even the tiniest screws, small enough for 20,000 to fit inside a sewing thimble, had perfect threading.

Over his career, Samelius trained more than 4,500 watchmakers, ensuring the craft continued for generations. Elgin Watchmakers College valued his expertise so highly that, even after he retired in 1954, they named him honorary director for life. He came from a long line of expert watchmakers. His family once made watches for Swedish royalty, a fitting legacy for a man known as the Dean of American Watchmakers.

A Visionary Ahead of His Time

William Samelius wasn’t just a master watchmaker, he was also a forward thinker. In the 1940s, he predicted that radio-controlled watches would emerge, synchronizing with a central broadcasting station.

At a horology convention, Samelius noted that the U.S. Bureau of Standards had already tested radio-controlled clocks that could receive signals up to 100 miles away. He believed it was only a matter of time before private companies brought this technology to consumers.

The Future He Predicted

  • 1970s-1980s: Commercial radio-controlled clocks became widely available.
  • 1990s: The first radio-controlled wristwatches launched in Germany and Japan.
  • 2000s-Present: Radio-controlled and atomic watches sync to government time stations worldwide, including WWVB in the U.S.
  • Today: His idea extends even further. Smartwatches now sync to global time servers via the Internet and satellites, keeping time more accurately than ever.

Ahead of His Time

Samelius’ passion for precision wasn’t just about watchmaking. It was about pushing the boundaries of how we measure and experience time. His prediction highlights just how forward-thinking he was. This proves that even in the 1940s, he was already envisioning the future of timekeeping.

He was the director of the Elgin Watch College in Elgin, Illinois for many years. William also published numerous books on the subject of horology and watchmaking. He moved to Ogden from Long Beach, California in 1960 after marrying Mabelle Greenwood at the age of 87. Despite retiring, Samelius never slowed down. Even in his late 80s, Samelius danced with Mabelle multiple times a week, embracing very moment and proving his belief that time was meant to be lived fully.

Unfortunately for Mr. and Mrs. Samelius, his life in Ogden was short lived.  William Samelius died on November 5, 1961, at the age of 88. His death certificate states the time of death was 2:30 pm.

Final Resting Place – and a Possible Mistake

Since William’s death certificate confirms 2:30 PM as his time of death, but his clock shows 4:50, it seems likely that the engraver accidentally swapped their times.

So the next time you find yourself in a cemetery, look for a headstone that catches your eye. Do a bit of research to learn more about the person. You never know who you might find buried in your local cemetery. Maybe you too will discover a story as fascinating as the tale behind the William Samelius grave.

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A Lifelong Fascination with the Macabre

My fascination with all things creepy started early. By the time I was eight, I had seen almost every cheesy horror movie, devoured ghost stories, and idolized Vincent Price. The Jessop Family Cemetery was just another piece that deepened my love for the unusual. My parents hoped I’d grow out of it, but 26 years later, my passion for the macabre has only grown.

I grew up in Arizona but spend nearly every summer in Maryland and Pennsylvania visiting family. One of my aunts encouraged my obsession with the paranormal, filling my childhood with ghost stories and urban legends from Baltimore County.

A Hidden Cemetery Along Paper Mill Road

One summer, as we drove down Paper Mill Road, I noticed a break in the trees. A narrow path, and an old fence stood just beyond it, beckoning me to explore. I begged my mom to turn around and check it out. Thankfully, she was up for the adventure.

We followed the path* and soon uncovered a small, centuries-old cemetery hidden in the woods. *I know there’s no visible path in the middle picture below, but I swear it’s there!

Returning Year After Year

Every summer in Maryland, we made a point to visit that cemetery at least once. My mother and I wandered through the old graves, even though we had done this numerous times before. As I grew older and my trips to Maryland became less frequent, I found myself wondering about its history. By the time I started seriously researching paranormal sites and cemeteries, I had no idea what it was called or how to find it. I searched for years, with no luck.

Finally, I mentioned it to my aunt who lived nearby. She responded casually, ‘Oh yeah, that’s the old Jessop family cemetery.’ I should have asked her years ago!

The History of the Jessop Family Cemetery

Charles Jessop was known for his ‘remarkable beauty of the manly type.’ (Ladies try using that line with your significant other and see how he responds. Haha) In April 1786, he married Mary Gorsuch, and together they had 15 children, most of whom are buried in the Jessop Family Cemetery.

Jessop was a man of many talents. Throughout his life, he worked as an iron master, road contractor, bridge builder, farmer, and mill operator. He owned at least two mills, including the Beaver Dam Mill.1https://mht.maryland.gov/secure/medusa/PDF/Baltimore%20County/BA-93.pdf

Buried Underwater: The Lost Cemeteries of the Reservoir

While researching this cemetery, I discovered that several nearby family plots had been flooded when the reservoir was built. Some remains were relocated, but at least one cemetery may still lie beneath the water.

I’m grateful this one survived. This cemetery will always be my favorite — it sparked my lifelong love and appreciation for cemeteries. Every graveyard holds the stories of those who once lived vibrant lives, and you never know who you’ll find buried within.

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The Legend:

If you visit Emo’s Grave, circle the Moritz Columbarium three times while chanting “Emo, Emo, Emo” and then look into the columbarium you’ll see the red glowing eyes of “Emo” staring back at you.

The History:

One of the local legends I’ve had a lot of people ask me about is that of Emo’s Grave. Emo’s Grave is a columbarium located in the Jewish section of the Salt Lake City Cemetery. The tomb is visible from 4th Street just East of 990 East. The name ‘Emo’ appears nowhere on the monument because it actually belonged to Jacob Moritz.

Jacob Moritz: From Germany to America

Jacob Moritz was born in Ingenheim, Germany, in February 1849. At 16, he immigrated to the United States, arriving in September 1865. He spent a few years in New York City working at F.M. Schaefer Brewing Co. Then, he moved to St. Louis and worked for Anheuser-Busch.

A Brewing Empire in Salt Lake City

Hoping to try his hand at mining, he eventually made his way to Helena, Montana. Whether he struggled with mining or simply missed brewing is unclear. In 1871, he moved to Salt Lake City and opened the Little Montana Brewery. Within a few years, it became immensely successful. He then built a much larger, state-of-the-art brewery at 10th East and 5th South, renaming it the Salt Lake City Brewing Co. Part of the original brewery still stands and is now the Anniversary Inn.

A Prominent Figure in Utah

Over his 39 years in Salt Lake City, Jacob Moritz grew his brewery to be one of the largest outside of Milwaukee. His beer was sold throughout Utah, Idaho, Wyoming, Arizona, Colorado, and even parts of California. At the height of his success, he also owned over 36 saloons. In 1889 he married Lahela Louisson from Hawaii, and she joined him in Salt Lake. Both actively participated in the local Jewish community. He served as President of Temple B’nai Israel, while she led the Hebrew Ladies’ Relief Society. In addition to running a successful brewing business, he engaged in Utah politics as a member of the Liberal Party.

Declining Health and Death in Germany

Despite making his fortune from alcohol and supporting liberal politics, Jacob Moritz was well-liked in Utah, even among Mormons. In October 1909, he received a passport. Soon after, he and Lahela left for Europe. He had been in poor health for months, and they hoped rest and mineral springs would help. By June 1910, they reached Germany. There, Moritz died of lung and stomach cancer at 61, surrounded by his wife and siblings. This is where the legend of Emo’s Grave begins.

The Beginning of the Emo’s Grave Legend

A newspaper report on his death stated that Lahela had him cremated, intending to inter his remains in the Jewish section of the Salt Lake City Cemetery. Lahela returned to the United States from Europe on the 23rd of July. Lahela sent Jacob’s remains “in bond” and they arrived on the 25th. Sometime after July 31st, she interred them in the columbarium, though I found no record of a funeral or ceremony. Soon after, rumors about “Emo’s Grave” began to spread.

No one knows who started the rumors or how the name Emo originated. Not long after Jacob’s death, Lahela remarried and moved to California with her new husband. At some point, Jacob’s family retrieved his remains, but their final resting place remains unknown. I suspect they were taken to California and possibly buried with Lahela when she died in 1959. Nonetheless, the tale of Emo’s Grave lives on.

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Abandoned Brigham City Indian School with broken windows and peeling paint (Dec 2012).

For decades, the Brigham City Indian School sat abandoned, its empty halls fueling eerie stories of restless spirits and forgotten history. As with most urban legends, the longer the buildings stood empty, the more elaborate the ghost stories became.

Paranormal teams and ghost hunters became obsessed with the site, eager to explore its decaying halls. Like the Old Mill and Pioneer Village at Lagoon, this was one place that remained strictly off-limits. Those who managed to get inside did so illegally.

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A ghostly Jean Baptiste, a 19th-century grave robber, stands on the desolate shore of the Great Salt Lake at night. He wears worn 1860s work clothes, his gaunt face illuminated by the moonlight, while mist rolls over the dark water behind him.

The Legend of Jean Baptiste

Salt Lake City is home to one of the strangest true-ish legends that I’ve come across to date. It involves a mysterious man whose job was to dig graves in the Salt Lake City Cemetery in the 1850s – 1860s. Legend says he was a grave robber. When caught, authorities branded “grave robber” on his forehead and exiled him. At some point he just simply disappeared never to be seen or heard from again. Many believe Jean Baptiste died, and his ghost haunts the Great Salt Lake, a restless spirit searching for peace.

I’ve never seen Jean Baptiste’s ghost, but I’ve spent years researching the man behind the legend. And I think I’ve figured out at least part of his story.

Who Was Jean Baptiste?

Jean Baptiste’s beginnings is where most of the mystery comes from. The 1860 Census lists him as being born in 1813 in Ireland. However, people who knew him in Australia said he could not speak English very well. They said he had come from Venice, Italy. Some of those who knew him in Salt Lake thought he was a Frenchman. Baptiste lived in Castlemaine, Australia until 1855, then emigrated to the US on the LDS ship the Tarquinia. Tarquinia left Melbourne on April 27, 1855, reaching Honolulu by July 5. Baptiste arrived in San Francisco in February 1856, staying for years.

By 1859, Jean Baptiste lived in Salt Lake City. He built a small house near the cemetery and married Dorothy Jennison. People say he led the ward choir. His wife hadn’t been married to him long before authorities accused him of grave robbing.

The Discovery That Shocked Salt Lake City

On January 16, 1862, Salt Lake City police shot and killed two men accused of beating Governor John Dawson. No one claimed Moroni’s body, so Officer Henry Heath paid for his burial and bought him a suit.

A Grave Robber Exposed

Moroni Clawson’s family claimed his body and requested exhumation, uncovering Jean Baptiste’s disturbing secret. When they opened the casket, they found Clawson buried face down and completely naked.

Moroni’s brother, rightfully upset, confronted Officer Heath and demanded an explanation for the disrespectful burial. Officer Heath insisted that wasn’t how they had buried him. He knew that to be a fact because he had paid for the man’s burial clothes. Heath immediately went to Sexton Little’s home with a couple of other men. He offered no explanation and suggested they go speak with the gravedigger Jean Baptiste.

A Shocking Discovery at Baptiste’s Home

They went to his house and found that Baptiste was working in the cemetery. Only his wife was home. While asking about her husband’s whereabouts, Officer Heath and the other men noticed many boxes stacked about the room. Bits of soiled cloth were sticking out of some of the boxes. Upon examination, they realized that these boxes contained the clothing of the dead.

Officer Heath immediately thought about his daughter, Sarah Melissa Heath (Feb 3rd, 1852 – April 6th, 1861). Melissa had been buried in the cemetery (plot #E_13_3_1EN2) just 9 months earlier. He rushed to the cemetery and found Baptiste digging a grave. As soon as they accused Baptiste of grave robbing, he dropped to his knees and begged for his life.

A Grave Robber’s Confession

Heath pointed to various graves, asking Baptiste if he robbed this one or that. On all of them, Baptiste answered yes. He got to the grave of his beloved daughter Sarah and asked if Baptiste had opened this grave as well. Baptiste answered no, and Officer Heath and the other men took him quickly to the jail before the townspeople could get their hands on him. Henry Heath later said in an interview that he had made up his mind to kill Jean Baptiste right there on the spot if he had admitted to defiling Sarah Heath’s grave.

After police jailed Baptiste, they returned to his house and removed boxes of clothing, shoes, and other items stolen from over 300 graves. City officials weren’t sure what to do with all the items Jean Baptiste had stolen. Officials decided to display the clothing and personal items at the Salt Lake City courthouse. People could view and claim items if they could identify them as belonging to a deceased family member. (The items were later buried in a mass grave in the city cemetery.)

The Trial and Banishment of Jean Baptiste

Historians know little about Jean Baptiste’s court proceedings. There are no court records or any newspaper articles that talk about his crimes during the time they happened. Brigham Young gave a sermon as people demanded justice for Baptiste. In his sermon, Brigham Young declared that hanging or shooting Baptiste would be too merciful. and life in prison “would do nobody any good.” Instead, he proposed something far worse…exile. The only option he felt would be proper for the Salt Lake City grave robber was exile to a remote island in the Great Salt Lake.

Jean Baptiste’s Fate – What Really Happened?

Sometime in the Spring of 1862, Jean Baptiste was taken by wagon to the larger Antelope island and then by boat to Fremont island. The Miller family used the island to graze cattle, so they stocked a small shack with basic provisions. The Miller brothers would usually go out to the island every three weeks to check their herd. Three weeks after leaving Baptiste on the island, the brothers told authorities they had been out to the island. While they did not directly interact with Baptiste, they saw him on the island and noted he had helped himself to most of the food in the shack.

Did Jean Baptiste Escape?

Six weeks after Baptiste’s banishment, the Miller brothers returned to the island to find him gone. Their shack had been partly dismantled, and the carcass of a two-year-old heifer lay nearby, its hide cut into strips. They reasoned that he had used the leather from the heifer and the pieces of wood from the shack to make a crude raft. He must have used this raft to make his way to the mainland. There is no verifiable documentation of Baptiste from this point forward.

In 1890, a group of hunters found a human skull near the mouth of the Jordan river. This is at the south end of the Salt Lake, nowhere near Fremont Island. In 1893, a partial skeleton was found, missing its head, with a ball and chain around its leg. Immediately, newspapers declared that John Baptiste had been found at last. This is most likely what started the rumors of the sighting of Baptiste’s ghost.

Henry Heath made it very clear in a later interview that Baptiste was not shackled or chained in any way. He also stated that he heard from a good source that Baptiste had made his way to a mining camp in Montana. He had been talking about his experience in Salt Lake City and his escape from Fremont Island.

A Legend That Refuses to Die

We may never know Jean Baptiste’s real fate. Did he escape, vanishing into the frontier, or did the lake claim him, leaving only his legend behind? Either way, his story refuses to die—just like the ghost said to haunt the shores of the Great Salt Lake.

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