My great-grandmother's grave had a headstone on it but the babies' grave did not. My grandmother always said that this bothered her and that if she could afford it, she would put a headstone on her siblings' grave.
Anyway, the siblings raised the money and purchased the stone. They picked it up and put it in the back of someone's truck. There was a family reunion going on and so they drove the truck there and asked Grandma to come out to the parking lot. Mom said that she sobbed and couldn't believe what her children had done. I sobbed just thinking of the look on my grandmother's face.
Because it had been expensive, the family apparently installed the headstone themselves. I believe it's been there about 35 years or so. I saw it this past June when I stopped to talk to them when we went to Great-Grandma Eunice's little sister Radene's funeral. Aunt Radene was a character! I'll be telling you what I can about her in an upcoming blog.