(according to one internet source, Edward Gein’s gravestone is in a Wautoma museum)
photograph, cropped, enlarged, logo added, and a dash of Photoshop magic
On 9/29/2014 (a Monday) I took a little trip to Plainfield Wisconsin. I had three things on my agenda: 1) to find and take pictures of the grave of Plainfield’s most famous resident, Ed Gein. 2) to find and take pictures of the land that had Ed Gein’s ‘House of Horrors’ 3) as a form of nostalgia eat at a local restaurant which was one of the last places I had lunch with my now deceased Grandfather.
The directions that I found on the internet for Plainfield Cemetery where Ed Gein is buried didn’t have a formal address but just a street name, but it wasn’t too difficult to find. The directions once in the cemetery were pretty good and I found what I was looking for. There are four plots with three similar styled gravestones with ‘Gein’ for the last name; Ed’s mother, father, and brother. The missing gravestone was Ed’s, which was stolen and then used as a stage decoration for some rock band, but was found and according to the internet is in a ‘Wautoma museum’(?). Ed is buried between his mother and brother. The cemetery itself is a pretty cool as far as small cemeteries go, and has some interesting gravestones dating back to around 1850. It also has a creepy looking small white storage building with a big sign of “Plainfield Cemetery Rules.” While snooping around this 20-something couple (of which the woman’s shorts were so short you could see the bottom of her ass cheeks) and this pudgy guy (who kind of looked like the fat guy from ICP) was walking his dog.
Next on the agenda was to find the area of which Ed Gein’s ‘House of Horrors’ was located. It is a considerable distance from Plainfield, with some farms, houses, and forests which gives one a certain ‘middle of nowhere’ kind of feeling. The directions I got weren’t the greatest but I think I did more or less reach the general area. The land out there is pretty flat and forested, with ‘No Trespassing’ signs here and there. I didn’t feel any “evil vibe” and too be honest it really doesn’t look or feel any different than a lot places in rural central Wisconsin.
After that I went to eat at a local restaurant which was one of the last places I had lunch with my now deceased Grandfather. The menu was considerably different than what I remember but it’s still a pretty good greasy-spoon type diner. The people there were generally frumpy-looking except for this tall and skinny young blond woman. I had a salad, roll, country-fried steak with mash potatoes and gravy, and Pepsi to drink. I had more than enough food and took some back home with me.