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Pandemic Cemetery Hopping: Wandering Around Atlanta’s Crest Lawn Cemetery/Casey’s Hill, Part II

27 Monday Jul 2026

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Last time, I took you with me to Atlanta’s Crest Lawn Cemetery. Among the names it’s had over the years are North View Cemetery. Atlanta already had a Westview Cemetery and an Eastview Cemetery (Decatur area), not to mention a South-View Cemetery. So I’m not surprised that Crest Lawn was once called North View Cemetery.

Today I’m going to talk about the area behind Crest Lawn that’s better known as Casey’s Hill. It’s not “officially” a part of Crest Lawn Cemetery, so it is not maintained by them in any way. If you go to the office to ask about a grave there, it’s likely they won’t be able to help you. Find a Grave lists about 1,500 memorials for Casey’s Hill but at least half of those are not photographed. If you visit, you’ll see why.

You can see that Casey’s Hill is not a traditional, well-manicured cemetery. Nobody technically owns or manages it, as far as I know. It’s something akin to a barely tamed wilderness. Hard to say. When I first visited in 2013, the folks living in the then fairly new homes just behind it had worked to create paths for people to use for walking. They’d even added a few picnic tables near the furthest edge of the cemetery (not among the graves).

The neighbors did it by themselves with their own time and money. When the pandemic was going strong, there were several people walking around Crest Lawn and Casey’s Hill so they weren’t be cooped up at home. I was one of them.

Some parts of Casey’s Hill are nearly impossible to navigate on foot unless you bring a machete.
A dirt path winds through the grave markers, many of which are not easy to get to through due to the vines/weeds.
Casey’s Hill is what I could call barely tamed wilderness.

Some grave markers are easily seen, others not so much. The photo below is of a tree-shaped grave monument made of stone being overtaken by real vines. I couldn’t get to it because the thick vines/thorns were blocking my way. I have no doubt many people who have never seen such a monument before thought it was a real tree.

I wonder if someone walking down the path that saw this grave marker mistook it for a real tree.

Who Was John Austin Casey?

The burial ground gets its name from John Austin Casey (1820-1907), a man who was well known in his day and lived on the property. A historical marker explains how this piece of land played a part in the Civil War. Born in 1820, John came from Walton County with his parents to settle in what is now Fulton County.

John Austin Casey and his father, Hiram, were two of the first people to build homes on this property.

Casey’s obituary notes that he and his father, Hiram Casey, were contracted to build and grade the first section of the Western and Atlantic railroad in the city. Casey also served for 38 years as justice of the peace for his district. He was regarded as a bit of an Atlanta pioneer and was often consulted when land purchases were being made.

When I visited Casey’s Hill in the past, I didn’t see his grave. But last week, I wanted to see how things were looking on Casey’s Hill now and went over. Thanks to the kind person who provided his grave’s GPS coordinates on Find a Grave, I located John Casey’s grave marker and the one for his wife, Susan. I did have to tiptoe my way through a lot of ivy and hop over several dead branches to do it.

John Casey married Susan Carmella Johns in 1842. The couple had 11 children together. Susan died in 1886 and John died in 1907.

I have no idea when they started burying people here. One of the first markers was for Nellie Rivers Thurman and her husband, Benjamin Franklin Thurman. Nellie died in 1862 while Benjamin died a few years later. The couple had nine children together.

There are a few family plots that somebody (or multiple people) has cleaned up so they can visit their loved ones without tripping over branches or vines. The Gault family plot is an example of this. As far as I can tell, the homemade markers were created in the last 20 years or so.

Preserving A Family Plot

Born in 1845, Jackson “Jack” Gault married Mary Jane Gault (I’m guessing they were cousins) around 1879. At the time of his death, Jack was working as a roller in a mill. Census records indicate they had six children together with four living to adulthood. One of them, Henry, was born in 1876.

From what I can tell, there are at least 14 people buried in the Gault plot. There are also a number of field stones that represent graves of unknown people.

A number of the homemade markers in the Gault plot were created in the last 20 years of so.

A newspaper article describes how Jack met his demise. I’m guessing he suffered a stroke of some kind as a result of running six miles to get help for his sick daughter. He was around 36 when he died a few weeks later.

Jack Gault died on Sept. 12, 1882 at the age of 36. (Photo Source: Atlanta Journal, Sept. 16, 1882)

Jack Gault’s marker (at least I think it’s his) presents a mystery of sorts because it says he died in 1889, seven years after his actual death. Mary Gault, who died in 1919, is buried beside him.

The death date on Jack Gault’s marker is incorrect.

I think one of the saddest markers I’ve ever seen was this one. I don’t know who these little ones were born to or when.

Rest in peace, little ones.

A Young Invalid

In another plot are the Jones and Allrid families. James Barber “Bob” Alrid (1894-1944) married Pearl Jones (1897-1966) in 1917. The couple had seven children together. At the time of his death in 1944, James was store keeper at the Atlanta Ordnance Depot.

Next to last in the birth order was Richard Frederick “Dickyboy” Allrid, born in Alabama on Feb. 22, 1934. According to his obituary, he was an invalid for most of his life.

Richard died at age 15 on April 13, 1949, five years after his father passed away. He is buried beside his parents.

Rest in peace, Dickyboy.

From a Child Bride to a Cougar

The last marker I’m featuring is unusual in that there are no birth or death dates for the three people for whom it was made. In the middle is the name J.B. Martin Donaldson. I believe this to be Narcissa Emily Casey Martin Donaldson, the daughter of John Austin Casey and his wife, Susan. The “Mrs.” is missing from the marker, so to speak. On the left is her first husband, James Martin, and to her right is her second husband, Robert “Bert” Donaldson.

When I began researching this trio, the story that unfolded could have been a script for a blockbuster movie.

Born on May 9, 1851, Narcissa (or Narcissus) was one of 11 children. Records indicate it was in October 1865 that she married James Martin. She was 14 at the time, James about 23. He worked in the court system in the bailiff’s office for much of his career. He retired before his death on March 30, 1914 at age 72. Narcissa and James never had any children.

Note that below J.B. Martin’s age is the Bible verse John 16:3: They will do such things because they have not known the Father or me.

When I first saw this grave, I had no idea what incredible story it would eventually share.

A few years later, Narcissa met ex-convict Robert “Bert” Donaldson when he was fresh out of the Atlanta Penitentiary and rented a room in her home. Bert was about 20 years younger than Narcissa and had previously spent time in the penitentiary in Cleveland, Ohio. In 1913, along with three other men, Bert attempted to rob a safe containing $300,000 worth of diamonds from the Philip Present jewelry store in New York. He was reportedly in the Atlanta Pen for robbing a post office.

One report noted that Bert had spent an estimated 26 years of his life in prison over the years.

Bert found religion in the Atlanta Pen and became a Methodist. Eventually, he was ordained as a pastor. Narcissa helped him “go straight” after they met and the two married in 1916. Soon after, he was hired as an inspector by Atlanta’s solicitor general, John A. Boykin. Much like Frank Abagnale (whose life is featured in the movie “Catch Me If You Can”) who left his life of crime (after he was caught) to help catch criminals, Bert primarily worked with the bunco squad to catch thieves. Bert was relentless in what he did and put many criminals behind bars.

Article detailing the murder of investigator Robert “Bert” Donaldson in 1926. (Photo Source: The Atlanta Journal, July 31, 1926).

Reformed Ex-Con Murdered

Sadly, Bert’s reformed life came to an abrupt end in 1926. He received a call summoning him to a room at Atlanta’s Georgian Terrace (a hotel still operating today). Upon entering, Bert was blasted multiple times with a shotgun. He died from his wounds on July 29, 1926 at age 55. It’s believed Bert “knew too much” and had to be eliminated by his enemies

Atlanta newspapers over the next year were full of headlines about the investigation and subsequent arrests. Jack Lance was originally charged and convicted of Bert’s murder, sentenced to death. But he received a new trial later and the indictments against him were tossed out. Lance walked free. As a result, the mystery of Bert’s murder has never been solved.

Headlines like this one from Aug. 21, 1926 kept readers riveted to the Atlanta Journal after Donaldson’s murder.

Below Bert’s age on the marker, it notes that the text of his last sermon was John 17:3: Now this is eternal life: that they know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent.

Narcissa lived on her own until her death on Sept. 17, 1933 at age 82, primarily from chronic kidney issues. She is buried between her two husbands in Casey’s Hill, not far from where her parents rest.

Next time, I’ll be revisiting Atlanta’s Greenwood Cemetery. I wrote about their Holocaust memorial back in 2013 but there’s much more to this burial ground that I think you’d like to know about.

Judge William Capers Horton (1838-1913) was the second husband of Frances Jane Fagan Strickland (1842-1920). Her first husband, a private in the Confederate Army, was killed in battle during the Civil War in 1864.

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