Everyone has a story to tell. If you were to take a nice fall day and ride your bike or drive to Maplewood Cemetery you would be greeted by hundreds of granite and other type of stone markers jutting up from the earth. Most all contain three similar elements, a name, date of birth and death. The last two are generally separated by a dash. Only those who knew the person lying there have any idea of what that dash represents. Was he funny, a good business man, a religious person, a loving mother, a great high-school athlete. Did he serve in the Civil War, did she serve her country in Iraq. There is one thing for certain, if you do not share stories about your time here, your time here will slowly fade away like the stories of so many at Maplewood.