Monday, April 07, 2008

I see dead people

The Church of St John the Baptist, in the tiny town of Buckland, was definitely something out of another century. The door was unlocked, the church unattended and we were welcome to wander in and admire the beautiful stained glass windows and breathe in that mustiness that only little old churches have.

The surrounding graveyard was pretty interesting. Old headstones always fascinate me - although the large number of babies' and small children's graves are horribly sad. This one, belonging to a baby only 9 months old, had me blinking back tears:

It reads:

Here lies the grief
Of a fond mother
And blasted expectations
Of an indulgent father
.

THIS one made us laugh though:


I took a close-up shot - you can see one of the cans of Cascade left by "Slug's" mates. They obviously felt that he needed a traveller on his journey to the afterlife. The inscription on the wooden cross simply reads:

Adam-Jon Montgomery
"Slug"
9-1-1969 14-3-2007



There were a lot more dead people at Ross. There were the Anglican and Catholic cemetaries -separated by a wall of course. After all, you wouldn't want to mix with people not of your kind, even in death.


And then there was the original burial ground, on the hill just above. This one contained a few headstones, carved out of local sandstone by the convict stonemasons who built the famous Ross bridge. Unfortunately, many of the stones have crumbled and disappeared and those that are left are mostly unreadable.


1 comment:

Cat said...

It reminds me of a graveyard in Belfast, there is a wall under ground to seperate the protestants from the catholics even in death. Pretty sad really that those thoughts are still in society today.

Looks like you had a great trip, i'm sure you wish the weekend had gone a lot slower. Although you did get that extra hour which would have been great.

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