All this talk about lilacs and I'm ready to jump on a plane. I grew up on two farms about three or four miles apart. The family plot on one of them is now under a road. The stones were removed and placed in a local cemetery. Across the road from the other farmhouse was an old cemetery. The stones from that one were pulled up and tossed against a fence so they could plow the field (seems they must have been hard up to need that small lot with all the other land they had). I don't know what became of the stones, but later someone built a house there and put a garden where the graves were. One of the original homestead houses on the second farm, which burned down in the 1860s, can still be identified by the trees and flowers. No lilacs, but there are stars of Bethlehem all over, and probably other flowers that return each year from bulbs. What really surprised me was there were still hollyhocks last time I was there. I haven't smelled a lilac in over ten years :( Debbie