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.
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So very sad. Those were tough times.
Did you say they tore up the gravestones to make a park?! Can they do that?
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.
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 ;-(
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).
Magpie, I like graveyards. They are full of stories.
And occasionally sad teenagers.
DeeDee, that was Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton.
Very moving post !
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!
Babzy, alas it is true.
Roddy, or woman.
How sad. We are so fortunate that medical care has advanced.
Person! Gender non specific. How the English language now tests me.
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