Friday, February 05, 2010

Better that the light cloud should fade away into heaven with the morning breath, than travail through the weary day to gather in darkness


Back when Tasmania was still Van Diemen's Land, a lot of babies died. A lot of babies. Earlier this week I spent my lunch break wandering around St David's Park here in Hobart looking at the gravestones they tore up to make a park. I snapped a few photos off, and noticed the preponderance of children's gravestones. The stones alone tell a bit of a story so I'll keep my mouth shut and let you look.















12 comments:

Dina said...

So very sad. Those were tough times.

Did you say they tore up the gravestones to make a park?! Can they do that?

Magpie said...

Some people see graveyards as scary places. I think they're peaceful, and although they're sad places sometimes, they can tell stories of strength, faith and perseverance. Thank you for sharing.

Who Is Tim Burton? said...

Hi! Kris,
What a sad occurance(s) and what very reflective and moving photographs.
What a very thought-provoking quote too...Merci de partager!

DeeDee ;-(

Kris said...

Dina, they did so I guess that they can. There are a couple of Governors tombs still there, but they bulldozed the rest (including one of the Governor's children - the last of the stones I pictured).

Kris said...

Magpie, I like graveyards. They are full of stories.

And occasionally sad teenagers.

Kris said...

DeeDee, that was Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton.

Babzy said...

Very moving post !

Roddy said...

Are we the fortunate ones because we survived, or are we the unfortunate ones because we survived?
Most cemetaries now sit on prime realestate. One hundred years and up you come for the next generation.
roll on progress. It stops for no man!

Kris said...

Babzy, alas it is true.

Kris said...

Roddy, or woman.

Marie said...

How sad. We are so fortunate that medical care has advanced.

Roddy said...

Person! Gender non specific. How the English language now tests me.