The pains of death are past.
Labor and sorrow cease.
And life’s long warfare closed at last.
His soul is found in peace.
Headstone of Joseph Coker, 1799-1881
One day I found myself, sitting in the middle of the carpet surrounded by boxes stacked in an attorney’s office on the 30th floor, rooting through another woman’s purse.
This really was not a planned direction for my career, but, undisciplined, I have always let it take numerous unscheduled detours.
I wanted the vintage pocketbook to spill the story of Minnie Tomerlin Voelcker out on the floor in front of me. Although its contents provided tiny glimpses of her personality, it was going to take a lot more time and effort to flesh out her and husband Max. Thanks to the Max and Minnie Tomerlin Voelcker Fund, I devoted two years to getting acquainted with the two hardworking dairy farmers who reside in the Coker Cemetery, resulting in the publication of The Last Farm Standing on Buttermilk Hill: Voelcker Roots Run Deep in Hardberger Park.
The Voelckers’ farm was part of a community of dairy farmers clustered together just north of Loop 410 in San Antonio. These families were unified by school, church and graveyard into a tightly knit community – the Coker settlement, and the Coker Cemetery Association plans to reunite these families in a book.
Farewell, my wife
and children all,
From you a Father
Christ doth call.
Headstone of James J. Tomerlin, 1858-1896
As the Voelckers did, many of these hardworking farmers retired to the Coker Cemetery. I went to visit them recently, hoping they would whisper tales to me.
The jarring sounds of bulldozers working on the new portion of Wurzbach Parkway crashing through the former farms at first spoiled the peacefulness. But the spirits in this bucolic setting gradually quashed the intrusive noise, leaving me and several deer free to wander in the past.
The hours spent in the Coker Cemetery revealed some of the names of the farming families populating the settlement: Coker, Gerfers, Hampton, Harrison, Jones, Marmon, Smith, Tomerlin, Autry, Dekunder, Gulick, Harper, Isom, Maltsberger, Pipes, Tomasini and Voelcker. While their dairies in the area known as Buttermilk Hill were swallowed by behemoth San Antonio, the nonprofit association maintaining this historical cemetery knows their stories merit preservation.
As families dispersed from farms, remnants of the area’s history scattered with them. The Coker Cemetery Association asked me to bring these back together as a gift to the descendents of all who rest under the tombstones behind the old Coker church.
Charged with weaving bits of historical information together to illuminate this oft-forgotten portion of San Antonio’s rural heritage, I find myself again looking for chards. A page recording births and weddings in a family Bible. A brand registration from the late 1800s. A class photo from the old Coker schoolhouse. A tax return from the 1920s. A long-forgotten diary or letters tucked away in a shoebox. Memories grandparents shared about families’ arrivals in San Antonio or life on the farm.
I am asking descendants to introduce me to their ancestors from the Coker community, to search their studies, basements and attics and dust off the cobwebs in their minds to share memories and artifacts for this project. To ensure their ancestors are:
Gone but not forgotten.
Headstone of Rebecca Ford, 1823-1881
Thank goodness for detours, always full of unexpected opportunities and discoveries.
8 thoughts on “Haunting the graveyard to unearth the past”
I am so fascinated with this story. I actually have been wondering what happened to those families whose farms originally ringed just outside the older part of the city, an area locals might have deemed “out a-ways” a hundred years ago. What’s knocking me over as I read this piece for the second time is the delicate way you create the scaffolding for the bigger tale. Gorgeous writing. The photographs are a serious bonus, too. Wowie-wow, Postcards! Love this.
Thank you for your interest and efforts in helping bring the story of the the Coker family together. I want to do my part and will contribute what I know and have accumulated. I am a great granddaughter of emily Amanda Coker Smith, daughter of Joseph Coker.
I will not be able to attend the Coker reunion this year but will gladly send material to be used in understanding Amanda and her little family.
Marjorie – Amanda, on earth for such a brief time, 19 years, yet still leaving three children behind. I look forward to any glimpse into the lives of your ancestors’ you can share. Thank you so much for contacting me.
I love old cities, old houses, old cemeteries, old books… all those remnants from the past link us back to who we used to be and your efforts to recapture this not so distant past enrich us all. Beautifully done.
Old cemeteries, the headstones and the stories behind them, are such amazing glimpses into the past. It is wonderful that you are doing your best to record the lives of these people.
Thanks. So many mysteries to unravel….
I can’t wait for the book to come out it’s always good to know a little bit more about our relatives and our past
But I did notice that you miss spelled ISOM it “ISOM “. 🤠
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Thanks for catching that typo. It is right in the book that it is the hands of an editor now. Should finally be in print by early next summer.