Haile Cemetery, Ste. Genevieve


(Located off of Turley Mill Road, near Farmington)

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Haile Cemetery is located in this grove of trees in middle of field on Turley Mill Road near Farmington, Missouri.
(See below for additional views of this cemetery)

(Click on Name to View Image of Tombstone)

NAME                                    SUBMITTED BY:                                 MEMO



B. Warner Full Name:  William Cornelius Haile.  Husband of Mary A. Gaines/Gains Haile.  Born March 3, 1823, Died May 17, 1904, aged 81 yrs, 2 m. & 14days.  Inscription on Stone:  "He followed honesty as his true guide."   Click HERE to view obituary
HAILE, Mary A.
B. Warner

Nee:  Gaines/Gains.  Wife of W. C. Haile.  Born June 16, 1833, Died March 15, 1893, aged 59 years, 9 months and 1 day {Note: This is what stone says, but it doesn't computer with given dates of birth and death}
"Our mother sleeps death's dreamless sleep
          Her calm and placid brow
          Clouds not amid the tears we weep
          She heeds no anguish now"

HAILE, Willie F. B. Warner Son of Wm. C. & M.A. Haile.  Born Mar. 26, 1876, Died Sept. 19, 1894, aged 18 yrs. 5 ms., 23 days
HAILE, Willard B. Warner Son of W. C. & M.A. Haile.  Died Jan. 20, 1874, aged 14 yrs, 10 m., 18 days. 
HAILE, Margaret C.


B. Warner Daughter of W. C. & Mary Haile.  Born Sept. 4, 1861(?), died Aug. (?) 8, 1872(?). Sorry, this is just a guess.  Stone was too worn to get an accurate reading.
HAILE, F. (?) B. Warner This is just a footstone with initials F. H. on it.  No headstone could be found to match it. 



Note:  As you can see, cemetery is in very sad shape.   The cemetery is located in the center of a pasture where cows are grazing.  If there was a fence around this cemetery at one time, it is  now gone.  This grove of trees provides the only shade in the pasture and I could see where grass was flattened   where cows had been resting.   There was not one tombstone standing.   I'm sure they had been kicked over by  the cows.  

2007 UPDATE:  
Descendants of the Haile family found this cemetery through our website and have now  paid it an official visit!  After viewing the "before" pictures we took below, check out the story concerning their visit and cleanup efforts!  I'm sure they all felt that their Haile ancestors were smiling down at them from above on that hot August day as they paid their respects and went about their work of cleaning up this once-forgotten (but now remembered) family burial ground!


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A Family's Quest to Find Loved Ones
By David K. Sylvester
[Published in Daily Journal, Oct. 9, 2007]

David Sylvester's family and friends take time for a photo 
opportunity following a work day to clean a long-deserted 
family cemetery.

     After 103 years of resting in an open field since the last burial, the William C. and Mary Gaines Haile family was located by a few of their numerous descendants.

     Outside of Farmington on Turley Mill Road, which is actually in Ste. Genevieve County, sitting at the crest of a small hill about 200 yards off the road nestled in a small grove of trees, lies this small family cemetery, left essentially untouched and forgotten for more than a century.

     The following is taken from an obituary in a Farmington newspaper in 1904: “William Cornelious Haile was born in St. Francois County, Mo., March 3, 1823, and died at the home of his son-in-law, Clarence L. Norwine, in Bonne Terre, May 17, 1904, aged 81 years, 2 months and 14 days. Mrs. Mary Gaines Haile died eleven years previous to him and six of their ten children also preceded him to the spirit world.”

     Three of the ten children are known to be buried with them in the small cemetery mentioned.

     How did all of this start? Several years ago I received an e-mail from a Bettye Warner from Farmington, telling me of a small cemetery that had been located containing these graves. To find out how she learned of its whereabouts, we will have to reach her and ask. This e-mail however to me was of great importance. For years I have worked on family history, and have had somewhat of an insatiable appetite to learn of my family that preceded me. Being myself the fifth of five children, and born late in the lives of my parents, I didn’t have the chance to meet but one grandmother and a few other aunts and uncles. Not having the benefit of family reunions or gatherings, I have felt drawn to know who came before we did. Mrs. Warner’s e-mail fueled the fire of wanting to know more.

     I am embarrassed to admit in the same breath that although this news struck me as important, my life’s daily schedule sends me to the St. Louis area every day and not south to the Farmington region at all. Weekends are busy, raising a family and having many duties as do so many others in our modern life.

      In July of 2007, on a warm Saturday afternoon, finally a day without 100 things to do, I asked my 86-year-old mother to ride with me to locate these graves in this small cemetery. It was a warm mid-afternoon July 14th when we began our adventure. Using just the written directions provided a long time ago, we set out. Following to the ‘T’, we arrived in the region of the cemetery. Looking for a grove of trees that might contain that cemetery was daunting since there were many small groves of trees as we gazed over the potential site. We drove to the home of a Vernon Clubb, and he and Mrs. Clubb were gracious to allow me to enter their home and tell them of my quest. He was aware of the cemetery but mentioned that it was in disrepair. He suggested and I readily agreed that we should contact the owner of the property. We called a Roy Berghaus, but were unable to reach him by phone. Mrs. Clubb gave us directions to his home. We were off and driving again. We arrived at the home of Roy Berghaus, and got there just before he did. He was so kind. I explained to him what I was doing and asked his permission to enter the property to see the graves of my great-great-grandparents. This good man and his wife were so kind and quickly granted us that permission with a hand drawn map to locate the cemetery on the farm. What a gracious gesture!

      My mother and I drove back to the location, and met the neighbors across the street. The Ruth Yaeger family was so very kind. One family member when they learned of what we wanted to do pointed directly to the grove of trees where the cemetery was located. She had ridden horses over in that area years ago. She said in all the years her family had lived there, (50 or more) no one to their knowledge had ever come to visit those graves. Bettye Warner had been there years before to document its location. Since the cemetery had been forgotten by family, actually lost to the knowledge of any of their descendants, it had fallen into disrepair. With the years of cattle in the area seeking relief from the heat, the cemetery had become a refuge from the heat. As such the cattle had knocked over the tombstones.

      My mother could not make it that far into the property, so the Yaegers entertained her on their back patio with a cold glass of lemonade while I made my way across a large open field with grass higher than my waist. As I entered the grove of trees, I felt that I walked on sacred ground. For more than 100 years, no one to my knowledge had walked those grounds. I could see the graves covered in brush, knocked over, etc. As I stood there, I decided that out of respect for those that have gone before, we owed them better than this. I decided that when my kids came home for a summer visit, that we would converge on the cemetery, clean it all up, cut away the brush, and reset the stones.

     The day arrived. It was a hot August 18, 2007. The Sylvester family including my wife and three of my four children were there. We were accompanied by some dear friends, the Mike and Linda Polansky family of Barnhart. With the ten of us, we made the journey from our home in Herculaneum. Our first stop was to load up on a serious breakfast.

     We arrived at about 10 a.m. or so at our location. The Yaegers had been gracious to invite us to park at their house. We got out all of our tools, including a chain saw, two weed whackers, rakes, hoes and snippers. We made our way across the field, now with grass and other vegetation exceeding five feet in height. We got to the site, made a detailed plan of attack and in an hour and a half (15 total man hours) we transformed what had been a forgotten cemetery into a beautiful cemetery with the headstones reset and everything. We cut away some dense foliage, cut off some branches of some low hanging trees to allow sunshine to again fall on the cemetery.

     As we walked away, we vowed that it would be an annual check up on the site to make sure it is in good repair. It would not be 100 years between visits. No more would it be an abandoned family site. It was a time to pause and give thanks and to remember those that had lived before, who had sacrificed and paved a way for us today!