By Tim Bean
About forty yards south of Joliet Street, just west of the railroad tracks in St. John, Indiana, sits an oblong square of land only a little larger than a putting green.
White chain pleasantly draped on black posts surrounds its perimeter. The grass is mowed, the flower beds weeded. Visitors can still read the names and dates on the tombstones, although they date back a century and a half. In a state full of odd cemeteries and graveyards, this remote but revered site—officially titled the Hack Family Cemetery—may be one of the most unusual.
