Monday, October 22, 2012

Taphophile Tragics #4

It's been a long time since I posted my last {Taphophile Tragics} post. But this past weekend I visited Green-Wood Cemetery in Brooklyn, mostly because I wanted to photograph the beautiful fall colors, but I did see a grave that caught my eye.

It wasn't just the sun that I liked here, but this family grave/headstone looked very beautiful to me. When I took a closer look I also saw that three members of this family died in the same year (1996) and that's what I thought was worth looking up. 

Doing some searches on Google gave me a bit more information:
On August 16, 1996 there was an car accident and that was what killed Jeanne Lagano (mother) and her children Joanne (18 yrs) and Joseph Jr. (16 yrs). They were coming home from a family reunion in Nova Scotia, Canada. The father, Joe Lagano, returned home a day earlier for business and therefore was not involved in this crash.

A sad story.


  1. What a tragic story to accompany this beautifully framed photo Nellies. How sad.
    I can imagine the beauty of a fall walk in Green-Wood.
    Have a wonderful week!

  2. Een prachtige grafsteen en ja ik kan me voorstellen dat het opvalt dat er drie tegelijk opstaan. Droevig verhaal hè.
    Lieve groet van Riet

  3. Such a sad and tragic story. Beautiful gravestone.

    Beneath Thy Feet

  4. that is very sad.
    a nice stone. but very sad.

  5. Mooi met de lichtinval. Vredig.

  6. I also get a little suspicious of some king of accident when I see more than one name with a death in the same year.

  7. It's been 18 years and I'm still coming to terms with Joe's death. He was supposed to call me when he got back from Nova Scotia for a second date. I have never seen his grave before. Thank you for showing this to me.

  8. Dear Kathryn, You are very welcome!
    I am so sorry to hear your story.

  9. I actually lost a lot of people in the summer of 1996. Joe was one of those people. We were both in high school together. I was thinking about this tonight because it's 20 years later.

    When he died, I was in Florida with my mother; she wanted to get me away and give me a break after my father's death in June. Our friends decided it was best not to disturb whatever reprieve I was able to get. I found out when I got home and was devastated. I never knew he was buried in Brooklyn. I'm from Brooklyn and live in Queens. I will have to visit.

    Thanks for this. It's beautiful.


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