Anyone familiar with the Roman Catholic Religion?

Sherry, thanks for your reply.
Here's a close-up of the one you think is a 71 instead of a 21. Is this what you think it should look like? I just noticed a faint line there.
I also modified the picture into a Negative... sometimes it's easier to make things out that way.





Even if you're right about him being 71... Wasn't a 35 age difference a big NO NO back then?
Even today a 35 year difference will get people looking and the rumors will fly! "A 35 year old with a 70 year old?" or even "An 18 year old with a 53 year old?". Today it's not so bad, people with that much of an age difference will probably laugh off the rumors. But I'm imagining back then, things like this were probably not acceptable.

I'll do the same picture thing with the other one (give me a few minutes)...but you are right about the 10 Mos. part (I had to go and double check

I do remember grave stone rubbings. One of the first films I am in, is Lets Scare Jessica to Death. After that film, the entire world was taking wax paper and rubbing off grave stones. It did pass though.
I also remember going into the graveyards, doing some great 25, and scaring the daylights out of myself! The visions.... the visions.
We also tied Louey the Burgler to a gravestone, got loaded and left him there all night. We forgot he was there. He was chained to a gravestone, tied up, and tripping his brains out. We just wandered off and forgot about him. It was in the Green Lady Cemetary, and the wisps and shadows were aplenty that night.
In the morning, his hair had gone grey, and he was a little stressed. He was not good company for a while, and did not like dark places. He also tried to catch things we could not see, and sometimes just started yelling, sometimes really loudly.
In the town I grew up in, there were headstones dating back to 1623. There were witch trials there. People saw things around certain times, and in general, sometimes things just got real weird. Objects moving, shadows, voices in the dark, people haveing affairs, and sometimes, people just screaming for no apparent reason. We even had a log cabin, with a date of 1655 on the lower sill logs near the door. All wood peg, bubble glass, and very few people knew it was there, even the land owner. There were even shallow graves on the high point behind the house. Some of the families in the Green Lady Cemetary were even buried on top of each other. Some were four graves deep.
After a major flood in the area, and the graves washed out, some had been buried alive. Back then, medicine was a guess work issue. Some of the diseases resulted in comas that wore off just after the burial. I saw a couple they found, and I remember them to this day. It was not a pleasant sight. Rigormortis had set in and they were not at peace.
Arrrrgh.
The Green Lady Cemetary was particularily spooky. There would be a green mist that would play around the headstones. The hair on the back of your head would stand up, goosebumps would form on your arms. Louey the Burgler would go berserk!
Memories.

Yeah, I still think that's a 7 in the first picture, only it's a very stylized, scriptish, swoopy 7 like the one used in this font: www.fonts.com/FindFonts/detail.htm?pid=203754 Only now it looks to me as though his wife Janet was actually 48 when she died, and not 18! You can see the lines to close off the four in these pictures better than you could the other ones. This would make her born circa 1813, closer to her husband's age.

In the second stone, it looks as though Catharine McDonald was 41 yrs and 10 months old when she died.

Way back then, in the days of high mortality, 35 year age differences were not as big of a deal as they are now. It was not uncommon for a much older man to take a much younger second wife if his first wife died. Minor children were packed up and sent to be raised by relatives, and the newlyweds then started a second family. One of my 3x great grandmothers died in 1880, and I just assumed my 3x great grandfather did not remarry. I was on my hands and knees in a local Pennsylvania cemetery in 1998 reading the whole thing row by row to be uploaded online, when I came across a rather tall stone that had fallen over on it's back. I nearly had a coronary when I saw that it was for the second wife of said 3x great-grandfather mentioned above! He had been born in 1827, she in 1860. She was 23 when she died in 1883, I presume from either childbirth or the diptheria epidemic that hit this area right about then. He was 56 when she died.

There was an headstone of a legendary hychondriac who lived in my old town. Not that I owned the town, I grew up there. At any rate, she was legendary for complaining she was dying of this, and that, and this, and that. On, and on. She ultimately died, as we seem to do one day. On her headstone, under her name, in capitol letters was
I TOLD YOU I WAS SICK!
I never forgot that one either. I bet she is still haunting her husband, telling him she is sick.