Greetings :) When I was a child, my next door neighbor used to tell me stories about her experience seeing and being with Mark Twain. I was in Elmira at the time. At age 7, my grandfather passed away and was buried in Woodlawn cemetary and I found out at that time that his mother was buried a few grave stones away from the Clemens/Langdon section. So everytime we went to the cemetary (about twice a month), I would help put flowers and clean the markers. So Sam soon felt like a great uncle, as I would clean all their markers also. I still visit even tho I live in Ithaca. that now has been almost 40 years :) Jules Hojnowski