tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30666199968299244182024-03-06T08:31:53.143+11:00Taphophile Tragics... a warm touch upon cold hard stone ...Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066619996829924418.post-8118940661507774512012-11-05T21:29:00.000+11:002012-11-05T21:29:19.709+11:00Taphophile Tragics # 46<table align=center><tr><td><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<BR><table align=center><tr><td>I adore ceramic grave adornments such as this one that I found in Point Clare cemetery, outside Gosford on the New South Wales Central Coast. They seem to strike just the right note.</td></tr></table><BR>
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Welcome to the 46th week of <b>Taphophile Tragics</b>.<BR><BR> Unfortunately, I have to bring this meme to a close after this week. There is simply too much for me to do at the moment, and I am not doing your entries justice. I do not have enough time to tour cemeteries, and the hard drive with all my cemetery history is irrecoverable! <BR><BR>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066619996829924418.post-36672413857215609162012-10-29T21:30:00.000+11:002012-10-29T21:30:02.306+11:00Taphophile Tragics #45<table align=center><tr><td><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<BR><table align=center><tr><td>I see graves like this frequently, all too frequently. However, that sounds censurious, and who am I to cast stones. Speaking of stones ... <BR><BR>
Gladys Amy McDonald died in November 1956. She doesn't sound Jewish, nor does she sound 'continental'. So ... why the pebbles? And why the pattern? Although they look recent, have a close look around the base of the pebbles, at the build up of mould and soot. They have been there quite some time. In the Cemetery Index for Point Clare, Gladys is only recorded as having a father (Harry) and a mother (Amelia). The birth records for the state of New South Wales can only be searched up until 1911, and she was not born prior to that, well not in NSW at least. Meaning she was younger than 45. Her father died in 1981, and her mother later than that. Neither of them rest in Point Clare Cemetery. I am guessing that Gladys was much much younger than 45 But why the pebbles, and why the pattern?</td></tr></table>
<BR><table align=center><tr><td>Stumbled upon in Point Clare Cemetery, Gosford, whilst looking for something else entirely.</td></tr></table><BR>
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Welcome to the 45th week of <b>Taphophile Tragics</b>. Your contribution is most welcome. Please ensure that you include some details of the cemetery in which you took your photographs, and link directly to your post, rather than simply to your blog in general. This week, Mr Linky opens at <b>9:30 PM Monday</b>, Sydney time (GMT+11), and closes at 9:30 PM on the Friday. <br><br>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066619996829924418.post-30003748420669756762012-10-21T11:34:00.000+11:002012-10-21T11:34:21.234+11:00Taphophile Tragcs # 44<table align=center><tr><td><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<table align=center><tr><td>Andrew Marvell wrote 'To His Coy Mistress' during which he was trying to convince her to get into the sack with him! He included these lines which resonate even today:<blockquote>
But at my back I always hear<BR>
Time's winged chariot hurrying near;<BR>
And yonder all before us lie<BR>
Deserts of vast eternity.</blockquote>
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<table align=center><tr><td>Fossicked for in the Presbyterian Section, Rookwood Necropolis, Sydney, New South Wales</td></tr></table>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066619996829924418.post-74532792845193546192012-10-16T22:26:00.000+11:002012-10-16T22:27:58.903+11:00 The push toward respectability<table align=center><tr><td><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<BR><table align=center><tr><td>So ... some more relatives. Cousins, for sure. But which cousins? To work it out, one has to go back to the first ancestor in common. The woman buried here, Sarah Puckeridge Drennan, was a younger sister of my great-great-grandmother, <a href="http://sydney-eye.blogspot.com.au/2012/08/theme-day-numbers.html">Mary Ann Puckeridge Selby</a>. So, counting back to Mary Ann is four generations. But we have to go back one more generation to <a href="http://sydney-eye.blogspot.com.au/2012/07/taphophile-tragics-addiction.html">Amelia Hughes Puckeridge</a>. So five generations. This means, I think, that the descendents of Sarah Drennan are my fourth cousins, however much removed. Confusing, isn't it?</td></tr></table><BR>
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<BR><table align=center><tr><td>Keep in mind that Mary Ann and Sarah had grandparents who were convicts, and in those days that was a massive stain on the family reputation. Not like today, where it is regarded as a badge of honour!<BR><BR>Look at the plot here. It is massive. Well, very big, anyways. But it would need to be! It was purchased upon the death of William Drennan, Sarah's husband, in 1883 at the age of 46. It was, obviously, a mob that knew the value of money. Here is a list of who else is interred in this one plot out at Rookwood, in the Presbyterian Section 3A, in plot 1757<blockquote>Edwin Bellis, 1896 aged 6 months, Sarah's grandson<BR>
Reginald Bellis, 1899 aged 7 months, Sarah's grandson<BR>
Arthur Tumeth, 1900 aged 11 months, Sarah's grandson<BR>
Sarah, 1928 aged 85<BR>
Sarah Atkins, 1939 aged 64 Sarah's 6th child<BR>
Thomas Drennan, 1942 aged 79, Sarah's oldest child<BR>
Thomas Drennan, 1943 abed 43, Sarah's grandson<BR>
Marion Drennan, 1950 aged 80, no idea where she fits in.</blockquote>
I feel really chuffed to have found just these three lines of the family, and to have given them a voice.</td></tr></table><BR>
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<BR><table align=center><tr><td>This is my contribution to the Taphophile Tragics Community</td></tr></table><BR>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066619996829924418.post-80086351856470230812012-10-15T19:54:00.000+11:002012-10-15T19:54:13.831+11:00Taphophile Tragics # 43<table align=center><tr><td><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<BR><table align=center><tr><td>Many people spend extravagant amounts of money for a proper send-off for their loved-ones. Some can afford it; some cannot. Others spend very little, and yet that is probably felt as keenly.My guess is that Reg and Beryl were battlers. Childless, there was someone who loved them. Beryl died aged 28, and it is tempting to conjecture that it was during childbirth. Reg only lived another ten years. A simple adornment. But still there, after all these years.<BR><BR>
Discovered in the Church of England Section, Manly Cemetery, Sydney.<BR>
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Welcome to the 43rd week of <b>Taphophile Tragics</b>. Your contribution is most welcome. Please ensure that you include some details of the cemetery in which you took your photographs, and link directly to your post, rather than simply to your blog in general. This week, Mr Linky opens at <b>9:30pm Monday</b>, Sydney time (GMT+11), and closes at 9:30pm on the Friday. When you can, please visit the other contributing bloggers to show your appreciation of their endeavours. Due to time zone variations and overcrowded schedules, some contributions are made later than Tuesday/Wednesday. As per usual, we are working with the Linky with thumbnails, and displaying the oldest entry first, with no randomising. <br><br>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066619996829924418.post-80412444017375216872012-10-08T21:50:00.000+11:002012-10-08T21:50:46.397+11:00Taphophile Tragics # 42<table align=center><tr><td><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZO52S08Cv8rK5Uj-wfcg2LRkuPwXEvFhgNWjjEL8TvA8SwzzufxjQ_K6eVN292XlvQsWl7CpeP0wfMD5_aNBZaZ5fO0JI9-E-jopu5OnMQcaiTmeS_BG1wVHcZ8EL9ViZbjPf3V4vPMav/s1600/Rookwood+Open+Day+109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="430" width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZO52S08Cv8rK5Uj-wfcg2LRkuPwXEvFhgNWjjEL8TvA8SwzzufxjQ_K6eVN292XlvQsWl7CpeP0wfMD5_aNBZaZ5fO0JI9-E-jopu5OnMQcaiTmeS_BG1wVHcZ8EL9ViZbjPf3V4vPMav/s640/Rookwood+Open+Day+109.JPG" /></a></td></tr></table>
<BR><table align=center><tr><td>When I first saw this stone, I thought that something had dropped off, been broken through the years. Then it dawned on me. It is a reference to the Holy Trinity. Fairly rough and ready, thought I. Crude, even.<BR><BR>
Discovered in the Independent Section, Rookwood Necropolis, Sydney.<BR><BR>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066619996829924418.post-26540566453183579632012-10-01T23:20:00.000+10:002012-10-01T23:20:42.809+10:00From woolcombs to whitesmithing<table align=center><tr><td><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<BR><table align=center><tr><td>The 'Deceased Search' within the Independent Section of Rookwood Necropolis, indicates that there are three plots within this enclosure: OG/774, OG/776, and OG/780. Resting in OG/776 is James Perry, the patriarch (1826-1908). Resting in OG/778 is Ann Perry, the first matriarch (1824 - 1873), as well as James J. Perry (1851 - 1895), their second child. Resting in OG/780 is Charles Perry their third child (1852 - 1905), together with his four day old son, Charles James Perry (August 1878).</td></tr></table><BR>
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<BR><table align=center><tr><td>Ann Matts married James Perry in Leicester, England in October 1847, and they sailed for Australia in the 'Thetis', aged just 21 and 23, arriving on 27th May, 1848. Although James' father, William, had been a woolcomb maker, James was on his way to becoming a whitesmith. A whitesmith is a person who works with "white" or light-coloured metals such as tin and pewter. Unlike blacksmiths (who work mostly with hot metal), whitesmiths do the majority of their work on cold metal (although they might use a hearth to heat and help shape their raw materials). Whitesmiths fabricate items such as tin or pewter cups, water pitchers, forks, spoons, and candle holders and it was a common occupation in pre-industrial times.</td></tr></table><BR>
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<BR><table align=center><tr><td>Between 1849 and 1857, James and Ann produced five children, three sons and two daughters. Their first child, Clara, married James Freeman, yet is buried in the adjacent OG/774). They all must have been close, as after Ann's early death, James married Marie Louise and produced three more children. Yet here he is, buried with his first family. The other explanation could be that, during the last years of his working life, there were a number of depressions, and his business in Arncliffe kept on going broke, and his second family had to all muck in and take in whatever work they could find, including Marie Louise. Already owning a substantial plot, with rights to bury more within the self-same plots, would have proved irresistable.</td></tr></table><BR>
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<BR><table align=center><tr><td>Although Ann died in 1873 aged only 49, James lived until 1908, dying at his premises in Wickham Street, Arncliffe at the age of 82. I was unable to track down photographs of James with his first family which given it was 1847 to 1873, is probably understandable. However, from Ancestry.com I sourced much information uploaded into public trees by a grandson of James' youngest son, Adolf. The individual portrait here is James in 1877 at his wedding to Marie Louise.</td></tr></table><BR>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066619996829924418.post-47575426924894831102012-10-01T21:30:00.000+10:002012-10-01T21:30:02.959+10:00Taphophile Tragics # 41<table align=center><tr><td><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<BR><table align=center><tr><td>Mary Jane and George have slipped their earthly shackles. Rookwood Necropolis, Sydney, New South Wales</td></tr></table><BR><BR>
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<table align=center><tr><td>* * * * * </td></tr></table>Welcome to the 41st week of <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">Taphophile Tragics</span></span>.<br /><br />Your contribution is most welcome. Please ensure that you include some details of the cemetery in which you took your photographs, and link directly to your post, rather than simply to your blog in general. This week, Mr Linky opens at <b>9:30pm Monday</b>, Sydney time (GMT+10), and closes at 9:30pm on the Friday. When you can, please visit the other contributing bloggers to show your appreciation of their endeavours. Due to time zone variations and overcrowded schedules, some contributions are made later than Tuesday/Wednesday. As per usual, we are working with the Linky with thumbnails, and displaying the oldest entry first, with no randomising. <br><br>
At the moment, there are three posts a week to this blog:<BR>
<blockquote>Mon - Research of an individual from the details on their headstone;<BR>
Wed - An example of funerary symbolism and its meaning; and<BR>
Fri - 'Six-Feet-Down-Under' highlighting an Australian cemetery/graveyard.</blockquote>
Join me if that sounds of interest.<BR><BR>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066619996829924418.post-35229055928264195692012-09-26T20:00:00.000+10:002012-09-26T20:28:44.644+10:00Funerary Objet d'Art - Christ the King<table align=center><tr><td><a href="http://abcwednesday-mrsnesbitt.blogspot.com.au/">This post is participating in the ABC Wednesday meme.</a></td></tr></table><BR>
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<table align=center><tr><td>This is the memorial stone for Jeremiah Kiley, his two year old daughter, Margaret, and his mother, Norah. It is located in Rookwood Necropolis, which is its own suburb in Sydney, New South Wales. Jeremiah was born in Caldaly, County Limerick, Ireland. He died in the suburb of Glebe on 28th December 1888, aged 45 years.</td></tr></table><BR><BR>
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<table align=center><tr><td>Isn't the crown fabulous? It has a large stone placed within, to ward off damaging blows. Look at the pleated 'silk' as the background. So sumptuous. There are two things here to note in way of symbolism: the crown; and the pointing finger. I have read so many variations upon the significance of the crown, but think they all point toward an individual's acknowledgement that Christ is the paramount ruler, that he is King and the individual accepts Him as 'ruler'. The hand with the single finger pointing upwards symbolises the individuals ascension into heaven. I will always be on the lookout for a hand with a single finger pointing downwards.</td></tr></table><BR><BR>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066619996829924418.post-54489516945737911772012-09-24T21:30:00.000+10:002012-09-24T21:37:35.925+10:00Taphophile Tragics # 40<table align=center><tr><td><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<BR><table align=center><tr><td>I stumbled across this dedication during the Rookwood Necropolis Open Day yesterday, where I barely managed it out of the Independent Section. I wonder who 'F. Jenkins' was, yet admire the love they held in their heart for all those years.</td></tr></table><BR><BR>
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<table align=center><tr><td>* * * * * </td></tr></table>Welcome to the 40th week of <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">Taphophile Tragics</span></span>.<br /><br />Your contribution is most welcome. Please ensure that you include some details of the cemetery in which you took your photographs, and link directly to your post, rather than simply to your blog in general. This week, Mr Linky opens at <b>9:30pm Monday</b>, Sydney time (GMT+10), and closes at 9:30pm on the Friday. When you can, please visit the other contributing bloggers to show your appreciation of their endeavours. Due to time zone variations and overcrowded schedules, some contributions are made later than Tuesday/Wednesday. As per usual, we are working with the Linky with thumbnails, and displaying the oldest entry first, with no randomising. <br><br>
At the moment, there are three posts a week to this blog:<BR>
<blockquote>Mon - Research of an individual from the details on their headstone;<BR>
Wed - An example of funerary symbolism and its meaning; and<BR>
Fri - 'Six-Feet-Down-Under' highlighting an Australian cemetery/graveyard.</blockquote>
Join me if that sounds of interest.<BR><BR>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066619996829924418.post-67192649088228805082012-09-24T00:00:00.000+10:002012-09-24T00:00:05.321+10:00Widow's weeds<table align=center><tr><td><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<BR><table align=center><tr><td>John McArthur was only 35 when he died at his home in Nelson Street Annandale. Only 35, and with a wife 7 months pregnant with their third child. I have not been able to find a coroner's report, so I will figure he had a heart-attack until something more informative jumps out in front of me. Mary McArthur was born McFarlane: they don't fall far from the tree, these canny Scots! There were two things about her that I really needed to know: when she was born; and did she remarry. The dearly departed John was born in Patrick, Scotland; perhaps Mary was a native of Scotland, too. So aged in her early 30s (conjecture, conjecture) Mary was a widow with three small girls: Maggie born in 1884, Jane in August 1885; and Jennetta in June 1887. But worse was to come ... </td></tr></table><BR><BR>
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<BR><table align=center><tr><td>In July 1892, Maggie died in Parramatta Hospital as the result of burns accidently inflicted, according to the coroner's report. A house-fire would be ironic, considering her departed father, John was a builder, as was HIS father, Peter. They lived in the same set of terraces - Kilmartin Terraces - in Nelson Street Annandale. But the coroner's report did not specify the type of fire. To compound all this, another son of Peter McArthur died in October 1888, once again at his home in Kilmartin Terrace. Ready for this? Archibald, Peter McArthur's oldest son, lost his 23 year old wife in 1884. Talk about not being able to take a trick!<BR><BR>
I never did find out when Mary was born, nor if she remarried. However, I could not find a date of death either, so figure she did remarry. All this gets very complicated, yes?<BR><BR>
That is very final, that 'Farewell'. Death is a bit like that.</td></tr></table><BR><BR>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066619996829924418.post-55940148768201740102012-09-21T22:15:00.000+10:002012-09-21T22:15:49.053+10:00Six-Feet-Down-Under: St Stephen's Graveyard, Newtown<table align=center><tr><td><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br><table align=center><tr><td>The graveyard surrounding St Stephen's Anglican Church in Newtown is also known as the Camperdown Cemetery, even though it is just a small portion of the original Camperdown Cemetery, established in the 1840s, and the recipient of some of the removals from the Devonshire Street Cemetery when that cemetery closed in about 1900. On the map down below, the entire park greensward was the original Camperdown Cemetery, but in 1938 everything outside the sandstone walls of St Stephen's was removed, and most ungraciously at that. Headstones are laid along the inside of the sandstone walls to this day. Many of the remains ... remained; unless individual families wished to reinter their ancestors in either Waverley Cemetery, Botany Cemetery, or Rookwood Necropolis.</td></tr></table><BR><BR>
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<br><table align=center><tr><td>It does have a great feel to it, this graveyard. Dark and gloomy. And unlike nearly any other cemetery I have visited in Australia, most of which are like and airy, with neatly trimmed lawns and riots of cut flowers. St Stephen's is populated with great, gnarled Port Jackson fig trees, their roots twisting and turning into the soil, and their massive canopies blocking out the sun and the air, with a shadow that admonishes the merest sliver of grass that pokes it head out of the compacted clay. Moisture lies in the uneven ground, mud sloshes, and mould and fungi flourish. All of which has a predictable affect upon sandstone, which is a porous rock to begin with. I have tried to show this aspect of St Stephen's with my selection of images.</td></tr></table><BR><BR>
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<br><table align=center><tr><td>This is not to condemn this cemetery, which has a piercing beauty which <a href="http://sydney-eye.blogspot.com.au/2011/11/theme-day-good-fences-make-good.html">I have described in an earlier post on another blog.</a> It is an engagingly historic graveyard, with memorials not only from Devonshire Street but also from the original Old Burial Ground at the Town Hall. Many of the memorial are sans remains, but the feel of the place is authentic. And there is also St Stephen's, the building. I am but a little old lady, with a stick, and noone thinks twice when I sidle into a church doorway. And I am left in peace, to wander and wonder. <a href="http://sydney-eye.blogspot.com.au/2011/10/in-anglican-tradition.html">As I did on this earlier occasion</a> when the only people around was a bunch of electricians.</td></tr></table><BR><BR>
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<br><table align=center><tr><td>I continue to return to Camperdown Cemetery for personal reasons. To endeavour to locate the memorial to Ann Maund, which is prone and has not disclosed it resting place to me in my three previous visits. Darn it! Ann Maund is my 4x-great-grandmother on my mother's side. And a tough old biddy she apparently was. She arrived in the colony with her convict husband, Joseph Puckeridge, in 1801, her two children dying on the journey. When Joseph died in 1818, having 7 young children, she quickly married again, had three more children and died in 1850, aged 71. I have seen a photograph of her memorial, but not seen it with my own eyes yet. But I will, I will ... eventually.</td></tr></table><BR><BR>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066619996829924418.post-7373625064652791122012-09-19T00:00:00.000+10:002012-09-19T00:00:00.997+10:00Funerary Objet d'Art - Manly<table align=center><tr><td><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<table align=center><tr><td>A with so many of these symbols, I can read and read, but it still comes down to a guess. The combination of these two symbols lead me to think they are of masonic import. The Masons have an 'Order of the Eastern Star' to which both males and females can belong (with qualification). The OES does have a five-pointed star, but it is inverted which this one isn't. Each star point represents a different heroine of the Bible and degree of the Order, and each one represents a different virtue. 'Worthy Matrons' in the order are permitted to wear a crown symbol. The crown is a symbol of sovereignty, honour, glory, victory (especially over death) and the crown of Christ's righteousness. The symbolism could come from Paul's comment about winning the crown of life. However, I am open to a different interpretation.</td></tr></table><BR><BR>
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<table align=center><tr><td>To be found in Manly Cemetery, New South Wales, Australia</td></tr></table><BR><BR>
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<table align=center><tr><td>This headstone, and grave, is to commemorate the life, and death of Catherin Paskell who died in August 1898. The mason forgot to leave sufficient space to tell us how old Catherin was. I was taken by the method of decoration. I have seen plain headstones, I have seen small (growing) annuals, cut blooms, and all variety of artificial flowers. It is not often that I have seen a bush of this size. I shudder to think how far the roots go downb.</td></tr></table><BR>
<table align=center><tr><td>Manly Cemetery, New South Wales, Australia</td></tr></table><BR><BR>
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<table align=center><tr><td>* * * * * </td></tr></table>Welcome to the 39th week of <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">Taphophile Tragics</span></span>.<br /><br />Your contribution is most welcome. Please ensure that you include some details of the cemetery in which you took your photographs, and link directly to your post, rather than simply to your blog in general. This week, Mr Linky opens at <b>9:30pm Monday</b>, Sydney time (GMT+10), and closes at 9:30pm on the Friday. When you can, please visit the other contributing bloggers to show your appreciation of their endeavours. Due to time zone variations and overcrowded schedules, some contributions are made later than Tuesday/Wednesday. As per usual, we are working with the Linky with thumbnails, and displaying the oldest entry first, with no randomising. <br><br>
At the moment, there are three posts a week to this blog:<BR>
<blockquote>Mon - Research of an individual from the details on their headstone;<BR>
Wed - An example of funerary symbolism and its meaning; and<BR>
Fri - 'Six-Feet-Down-Under' highlighting an Australian cemetery/graveyard.</blockquote>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066619996829924418.post-42613139051648298962012-09-17T00:00:00.000+10:002012-09-17T05:18:54.867+10:00Taphophile Tragics - Something does not add up<table align=center><tr><td><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<BR><table align=center><tr><td>Florence and Lillian were cousins, Florence's mother (Winifred, born 1903) was the sister of Lillian's father (Samuel, born 1895). Or, at least, I think that is how it goes. Florence's story is the more straightforward, so let's start there first. She was the only child of Winifred Orr and Eric Alfred Ingoverson (born 1900). In 1938, she was on the roof of the verandah at her houme in Naremburn, when she came into contract with and energized electrical wire, and died of shock, aged 14 years. The Coroner's Report, and the New South Wales BDM records all have her down as Florence Hilda, these being also the names of two of her mother's sisters, one of whom died aged 8. So just where the 'Delmont' comes in, I have no idea.</td></tr></table><BR><BR>
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<BR><table align=center><tr><td>Now Lillian is a totally different story, shrouded in mystery. Nah, not really. Just that the National Library of Australia site is down, and it holds the Trove record which shows tantalising snippets of Lily's obituary. But I have issues here. The monument says Lily died in 1931 aged 23, meaning she was born in 1908. Is my arithmetic right? The hassle is that the family trees that I can find have Lily's mother (Elsie) being born in 1901 and her father (Samuel) in 1895. I do not understand. What is more, the electoral rolls for 1930 show Samuel and Elsie living at 38 The Causeway, Enfield, yet Lillian (who would have been 22 at that stage and on the electoral roll) was not also listed.<BR><BR> I await the repair to the NLA site with bated breath. <BR><BR>
Morning has broken, and still no Trove. However, thanks to Rosemary I went back to NSW BDM. There were two (2) Lillian Orrs: one born to William and Florence and the other born to Samuel and Elsie. The Lillian born to William and Florence is the one buried at Manly, making her the aunt of Florence and also the aunt of the second Lillian. Lillian (the older .. stick with me) was born in 1906 according to official records. Lillian the younger died in 1929, but must have been born AFTER 1911 which is the cut-off for birth-searches within the NSW BDM records. But still need Trove to read what that obituary says.</td></tr></table><BR><BR>
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<table align=center><tr><td>This is my contribution to the <a href="http://taphophile-tuesday.blogspot.com.au/">Taphophile Tragics Community</a>.</td></tr></table><BR>
<table align=center><tr><td>This is my contribution to the <a href="http://beneaththyfeet.blogspot.co.uk/2012/09/cemetery-sunday-vault.html">Cemetery Sunday Community</a>.</td></tr></table><BR>
<table align=center><tr><td>This post is also linked up to <a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/39809897326/">Graveyard Rabbits on FB</a>.</td></tr></table><BR>
Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066619996829924418.post-16741229317359145972012-09-14T00:00:00.000+10:002012-09-14T00:00:01.458+10:00Six-Feet-Down-Under : Manly Cemetery<table align=center><tr><td><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<table align=center><tr><td>This little handkerchief of a burial ground was probably way out in the boon docks when it was established in 1872. Although, Jane McLean's monument went up in 1863, and there is a charming story of a birder stumbling across a rough-hewn cross for an infant c.1861. It is small and rectangular, perhaps a normal suburban block. But it is still in use, although only cremations and burial in existing plots is any longer permitted. It is similar to Gore Hill Cemetery in that regard. Both established in the middle of the 19th century.</td></tr></table>
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<table align=center><tr><td>It is divided into religious demoninations, as were all cemeteries of that era. Christian religious demoninations, you realise. The protties and the micks. Those that protested against the ruling Protestants (eg Presbyterians, Methodists, Baptists) were begrudgingly allocated a General section. One only has to look at the dedications on the headstones to be fully aware when one moves from one section to the next. This is a relatively austere cemetery, meaning devoid of excessive decoration. There are a few angels and Marys but it gives every indication that the people who chose to spend eternity in this burial ground knew the value of money and the necessity of hard work, and kept their ego well in check.</td></tr></table>
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<table align=center><tr><td>Once again, this cemetery was the recipient of a removal from the old Devonshire Street Cemetery which made way for Central Railway Station in the first few years of the 20th century. One William Aberdeen who died in 1845 was reinterred here in Manly in 1899. There are a number of headstones that were instantly memorable and which I will research in more detail as time goes on. The stonemasons were mostly journeymen, judging from their finished product. George Watters’ monumental mason’s yard operated on the corner of Griffiths and Hill Streets, opposite the cemetery from around 1920; his name is carved on several headstones. The Pickworths had their masons’ yard in Harland Street from the 1930s. </td></tr></table>
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<table align=center><tr><td>The burial ground is now under the care of the Manly Council. Unlike the old Balmain Burial Ground out in Leichhardt, which was turned into a Pioneers' Park during the years of WW2, Manly Cemetery has a long way to go to be mothballed. They are still taking ashes and bodies for burial. The grass is mowed, and the memorials are kept secure. There is some destruction as you can see in the images, but this could be the result of erosion and weather, rather than vandalism. But there is little in the way of decoration; few flowers; fewer vases. It is kept tidy, without being loved.</td></tr></table>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066619996829924418.post-30515461764118785102012-09-12T00:00:00.000+10:002012-09-12T00:00:02.737+10:00Funerary Objet d'Art - Point Clare<table align=center><tr><td><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<table align=center><tr><td>in my first image yesterday, in my post about William and Rose Loaney, you would have seen two very small ceramic tea-pots, placed nonchalantly on the edge of the head-stone. Not far away, a row or two, I discovered this little beauty. There are actually two of them.</td></tr></table><BR><BR>
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<table align=center><tr><td>But what do they mean? Perhaps the Loaneys and the Vales were always up for a cuppa? One of the laterally wonderful things about these funerary objet d'art, is that they have not been pilfered! All theories welcome, even unrealistic ones ... </td></tr></table><BR><BR>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066619996829924418.post-20752664567291182522012-09-10T21:30:00.000+10:002012-09-10T21:30:04.189+10:00Taphophile Tragics # 38
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<table align=center><tr><td>Thomas Lovell died in 1839 at the age of 39. According to his headstone, there is noone else occupying the same plot. So perhaps this wrought iron fence around his plot dates from 1839, too. St Matthew's Anglican Church, Windsor, New South Wales, Australia</td></tr></table><BR><BR>
<table align=center><tr><td>* * * * * </td></tr></table>Welcome to the 38th week of <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">Taphophile Tragics</span></span>.<br /><br />Your contribution is most welcome. Please ensure that you include some details of the cemetery in which you took your photographs, and link directly to your post, rather than simply to your blog in general. This week, Mr Linky opens at <b>9:30pm Monday</b>, Sydney time (GMT+10), and closes at 9:30pm on the Friday. When you can, please visit the other contributing bloggers to show your appreciation of their endeavours. Due to time zone variations and overcrowded schedules, some contributions are made later than Tuesday/Wednesday. As per usual, we are working with the Linky with thumbnails, and displaying the oldest entry first, with no randomising. <br><br>
You may have noticed that I am posting to this blog more regularly now. I will post my own contribution to each weekly TT meme on the Monday instead of posting to 'Sydney Eye'. On Wednesdays, I will post about funerary symbolism. On Fridays, I will post about a cemetery in Australia under the sub-heading, 'Six-Feet-Down-Under'. Join me if that sounds of interest.<BR><BR>
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<table align=center><tr><td>William and Rose married in 1916, and had seven children: five sons and two daughters. Their eternal resting place - with one of their sons beside them - is a wonderful mix of European and Australian. Going back into their family history, it appears that Rose could be of Jewish descent. However, there is little on the graves to indicate that she took it at all personally. One interesting thing of the very little that I managed to discover about Bill and Rose, is that both their mothers had the maiden name 'Muir'. Now this could be a coincidence, or they could have been distant cousins, as has happened in my own family. Which may explain a bit!!</td></tr></table><BR><BR>
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<table align=center><tr><td>Now look at the wonderful texture on this double grave. Is there symbolism of some sort involved with the shells and the stones? Any ideas? And what of that shape on the headstone of Bill and Rose, the one shaped like something out of a science laboratory? Now, direct your eyes to the base of their headstone. See those two wee tea-pots. How wonderful are they? Finally, look at the embossed metal around each of the photographs. It is imprinted with shapes that I am unable to discern, but suspect have immense meaning.</td></tr></table><BR><BR>
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<table align=center><tr><td>Bill and Rose are spending eternity at Point Clare Cemetery, outside Gosford on the New South Wales Central Coast.</td></tr></table><BR><BR>
<table align=center><tr><td>This is my contribution to the <a href="http://taphophile-tuesday.blogspot.com.au/">Taphophile Tragics Community</a>.</td></tr></table><BR>
<table align=center><tr><td>This is my contribution to the <a href="http://beneaththyfeet.blogspot.com.au/2012/09/cemetery-sunday-bosley-father-and.html#comment-form">Cemetery Sunday Community</a>.</td></tr></table><BR>
<table align=center><tr><td>This post is also linked up to <a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/39809897326/">Graveyard Rabbits on FB</a>.</td></tr></table><BR>
Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066619996829924418.post-36339387033476957812012-09-07T05:25:00.000+10:002012-09-07T05:25:16.457+10:00Six-Feet-Down-Under : St Matthews, Windsor<table align=center><tr><td><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<BR>My first trip to the graveyard surrounding the Anglican Church of St Matthews in Windsor, was in the middle of 2008 when I was a member of an Historic Houses Trust (HHT) group tracing the ill-feeling between the architect, Francis Greenway, and the builder, Henry Kitchen. And the towering ego of both these gentlemen, AND the governor of the colony, Lachlan Macquarie. The church was constructed in fits and starts between 1810 and 1820, with the first service conducted in 1821. Andrew Thompson was the first to be interred in the graveyard of this church, in 1810, and interred by none other than the Governor himself.<BR><BR>
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<BR>Even with a two hour wander, there was not enough time to carefully consider each and every gravestone, so I shall return before the end of this calender year. It is unusual in Sydney to see a graveyard, rather than a cemetery, although St Stephen's at Camperdown, and St Jude's at Randwick come readily to mind, both of which are also Anglican Churches. At St Matthew's, though, there has been much freelance renovation! There is a sign at the front of the church requesting that no work be done on the graves without prior authorisation, but I suspect this is honoured more in the breach. Neither St Stephen's, nor St Jude's, has stones with the print re-inked, or stones painted white to hightlight the print. And yet, there are some wonderfully historic resting places within this churchyard. I will research some of them, singularly, for my 'Monday-In-Memoriam' post to this expanding blog.<BR><BR>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066619996829924418.post-14762817515705922532012-09-05T06:00:00.000+10:002012-09-05T06:00:01.013+10:00Is sacrilege like pregancy - you either are or you aren't?<table align=center><tr><td><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<BR>This headstone dates from 1826, and wind, sun, and rain have had their way with it. What to do? What to do? <BR><BR>
Bingo! Re-paint the big writing, 'cause that is funny! And then plug a plaque onto the back with all the small, unreadable writing. Tsk! Tsk! Surely, a discreet, adjacent notice-board would have been more respectful and informative.
<BR><BR>At the order of Captain Brabyn, JP, Constable William Green came to the aid of Judith Connolly, who was being wooed - and jostled - by Issac Smith. Smith pistol-whipped the young constable, who died soon-after. Three weeks later, on a Friday, Smith was found guilty by Judge Francis Forbes of the NSW Supreme Court. He was hung, by Harry Stain the 'finisher of the law', on the Monday.
<BR><br>This memorial is located within the graveyard of St Matthew's Anglican Church, at Windsor, New South Wales.<BR><BR>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066619996829924418.post-58518781834953378172012-09-03T21:30:00.000+10:002012-09-03T21:33:49.693+10:00Taphophile Tragics # 37<table align=center><tr><td><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Each of these headstones was photographed at St Matthew's Anglican Church in Windsor, NSW, one of the earliest graveyards in the colony, the church being 'authorised' by Governor Lachlan Macquarie, and designed by the reknowned convict architect, Francis Greenway. The foundation stone states 1820. <BR><BR>
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My issue here: Is it sacrilege to renovate a headstone? A quick definition of sacrilege: the desecration or misuse of something regarded as worthy of extreme respect. The first headstone is showing extreme weathering and is already bordering on unreadable. The smaller pair of headstones have been 'renovated' in two separate styles. The final headstone ... what can one say about this level of vandalism? Each of these methods seem, to me, to be lacking a deft touch. But I do not want the information lost to history. But should history have the final say?<BR><BR>
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<table align=center><tr><td>* * * * * </td></tr></table>Welcome to the 37th week of <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">Taphophile Tragics</span></span>.<br /><br />Your contribution is most welcome. Please ensure that you include some details of the cemetery in which you took your photographs, and link directly to your post, rather than simply to your blog in general. This week, Mr Linky opens at <b>9:30pm Monday</b>, Sydney time (GMT+10), and closes at 9:30pm on the Friday. When you can, please visit the other contributing bloggers to show your appreciation of their endeavours. Due to time zone variations and overcrowded schedules, some contributions are made later than Tuesday/Wednesday. As per usual, we are working with the Linky with thumbnails, and displaying the oldest entry first, with no randomising.<br><br>
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Most of us live unremarkable lives, in the grand scheme of things. We are followers. We are part of the crowd. We matter only to our family and friends. And that is the most that we can ask for. And, that is what is important. To matter to family and friends before 'the lone and level sands stretch far away'. We are not Ozymandias, and we do not aspire to be.<BR><BR>
It was the quiet pride in this headstone which caught my eye. 'An ANZAC'. Even the parentheses were emphasising the ordinariness of his achievement.<BR><MBR>
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Reuben Ernest Starkey (known as Ernie) joined the AIF (Australian Infantry Forces) on 21st August 1914, which was 17 days after Great Britain (and her Dominions) declared war on the Kaiser's Germany. He was typical of so many other young men, from small country towns in NSW who heeded their nation's call. A response we find hard to comprehend nowadays. Which was the aim. However, Ernie was already 32. He was short: 5'7". He was stocky: 11.5 stone. He gave his occupation as 'surveyor's cook'. He was in the middle of the large family of Joseph Starkey and Emma Green, who lived on the rivers and gullies between Gosford and the Hawkesbury. They were grafters.<BR><BR>
Ernie was allocated Regimental Number 184 and joined the 1st Machine Gun Division of the 4th Battalion. They had 16 Vickers Machine Guns. He embarked from Sydney on HMAT 'Euripedes' on 20th October 1914 and returned to Sydney on 28th October 1918. He served in Egypt, the Dardenelles, the UK, and France. He alternated between being a Private and a Driver. A severe case of pneumonia saw him in hospital in Alexandria when the intial landing at Gallipoli occurred, but he rejoined his Company on that blighted peninsula on 17th August 1915. During his service, he had bouts in hospital for chronic bronchitis, VD, and a septic hand.<BR><BR>
Ernie never married, instead living with his father at Spencer on the Hawkesbury River, until his father's death in 1941. He spent most of his life as a labourer, and the last decade of his life as a gardener with rooms in Faunce Street, Gosford. Ernie could read and write (as could his father), but even before he joined the infantry, he was missing 11 teeth. A basic, hard-scrabble of a life.<BR><BR>
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For the record the images are:<BR><blockquote>
Ernie's grave in Point Clare Cemetery, outside Gosford<BR>
A page of his Service Record showing his Gallipoli service<BR>
Another page showing his dental problems<BR>
A letter from his father to the War Office in 1918<BR>
A letter from his younger brother (Herbert Donald born 1889) requesting his Regimental Number to place upon his headstone</blockquote>
Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066619996829924418.post-49923527287579495962012-08-27T21:30:00.000+10:002012-08-27T21:30:01.955+10:00Taphophile Tragics # 36<table align=center><tr><td><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<table align=center><tr><td>Point Clare Cemetery, maintained and controlled by Gosford City Council about an hour and a bit north of Sydney, would have to be the most organised cemetery I have ever meandered. Not only are there two large maps, one of them being at the entrance, seen here, but there are also stumpy black markers on all the Sections and Rows. I was looking for Anglican Section 8, Row 1, Lots 3 & 4. My own Taphophile post will spin you the yarn.</td></tr></table><BR>
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<table align=center><tr><td>Point Clare Cemetery 'serves' a working class area, that must be predomninantly Protestant going on the allocation of the Sections among the religions. It has a most beautiful location, backing into the bush as it does, with the clear call of the Bell Bird resounding across the grounds. It also has not one, but three, sections labelled 'Still Born'. I will come to this in the weeks ahead - and promise to give you plenty of warning.</td></tr></table><BR>
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<table align=center><tr><td>* * * * * </td></tr></table>Welcome to the 36th week of <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">Taphophile Tragics</span></span>.<br /><br />Your contribution is most welcome. Please ensure that you include some details of the cemetery in which you took your photographs, and link directly to your post, rather than simply to your blog in general. This week, Mr Linky opens at <b>9:30pm Monday</b>, Sydney time (GMT+10), and closes at 9:30pm on the Friday. When you can, please visit the other contributing bloggers to show your appreciation of their endeavours. Due to time zone variations and overcrowded schedules, some contributions are made later than Tuesday/Wednesday. As per usual, we are working with the Linky with thumbnails, and displaying the oldest entry first, with no randomising.<br><br><table align=center><tr><td><!-- start LinkyTools script -->
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<table align=center><tr><td>These are the main gates to the Gore Hill Cemetery in the northern suburbs of Sydney. Originally dedicated in May 1868, the cemetery covers just under 6 hectares. The first known burial was in 1877, but there are monuments dated earlier than this that were transferred from the Devonshire Sandhills Cemetery when the land that cemetery occupied was reused as Central Station. Gore Hill Cemetery was closed to burials in 1974. The cemetery was declared an historic site in 1984, and is listed on the State Heritage Registry. There is a Memorial Wall that is still in use for the depositon of ashes.</td></tr></table>
<table align=center><tr><td>* * * * * </td></tr></table>Welcome to the 35th week of <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">Taphophile Tragics</span></span>.<br /><br />Your contribution is most welcome. Please ensure that you include some details of the cemetery in which you took your photographs, and link directly to your post, rather than simply to your blog in general. This week, Mr Linky opens at <b>9:30pm Monday</b>, Sydney time (GMT+10), and closes at 9:30pm on the Friday. When you can, please visit the other contributing bloggers to show your appreciation of their endeavours. Due to time zone variations and overcrowded schedules, some contributions are made later than Tuesday/Wednesday. As per usual, we are working with the Linky with thumbnails, and displaying the oldest entry first, with no randomising.<br><br><table align=center><tr><td><!-- start LinkyTools script -->
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