I had seen the wonderful lily flower stained glass window in the Lemp Mausoleum, but I realized during my last visit that there are two side windows in the back, which are quite beautiful themselves.
Adam Lemp’s third wife had a daughter from an earlier marriage that later married a Gottfried Pfaff. They both died, so Adam raised his step-grandson, Otto, who eventually unofficially took the Lemp name. He’s buried in an unrelated family plot… Continue Reading
The Feickert Plot is right next to Adam Lemp’s plot, but there are no monuments, or marked graves.
The Foerg Monument commemorates three burials of the family on the Adam Lemp Plot. Henry, Augusta and Ferdinand are three mysterious figures from St. Louis history that I am investigating. Stay tuned.
I’ve always been intrigued by the simplicity of Adam Lemp’s monument in Bellefontaine Cemetery. A large upright stone, sitting in a field of grass. His wife’s name is not mentioned on the monument, even though she is buried nearby.
Coming through the ice house on the Lemp Brewery’s property, a rail line came down Potomac, and curved northward to hook up to the Iron Mountain Railroad. While the middle of the curving path is now gone due to the… Continue Reading
Now that the nonsense surrounding the Lemp impostor seems to be over, the charlatan banished to obscurity, Bellefontaine Cemetery is allowing limited visitors into the family’s mausoleum, with legitimate heirs’ expressed permission. Many people may not realize it, but less… Continue Reading
Looking for something to do this afternoon? I’m offering the tour my walking tour of South Side breweries and owners’ homes October 19, 2013 at 2:00 PM. As before we will start at the entrance to the parking lot of… Continue Reading
Due to popular demand, I’m offering the tour my walking tour of South Side breweries and owners’ homes October 19, 2013 at 2:00 PM. As before we will start at the entrance to the parking lot of the Anheuser-Busch Brewery. … Continue Reading
I went with some friends to Bellefontaine Cemetery, where I’ve been many times before, but cloaked in a shroud of snow, it took on a new level of beauty.