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Lawn Cemetery


Remembering that it was my Dad's 98th birthday the next day (if he were still alive) I changed my plans and paid a brief visit to the old town and my parents graves.  They chose to be in the lawn cemetery rather than among the stone monuments where my great grandparents, great aunts and great uncles are buried. Their rationale was that there would be nothing for the family to maintain since none of us live in the area. And the council is keeping it neat and tidy.

It was nice to see the town, which is much bigger and busier due to mining and surprising to not find the 100 year old timber church where 4 generations of my family faithfully worshipped. It has vanished.  I wonder where it went.

Participating in Taphophile Tragics hosted by Julie.

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  1. I am wondering if this may still be in the Blue Mountains area, or, as you mention mining, further west Lithgow way. I am amazed that such a wide tract of land has not been gobbled up by "progress"!

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    1. Hi Gemma, this is in my Sweet Wayfaring blog so in Queensland, a long way from the Blue Mountains. Also in the country so still plenty of space despite mining.

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  2. Great post. I'm sorry that the timber church seems to have disappeared.

    Beneath Thy Feet

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  3. It's nice to see a simple place like this --- too bad about the church, though.

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  4. I understand your parents rationale, but this looks a bit too barren to me to be comforting. (but that is just me - I would like to have more shade for my eternity)

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    1. HI Hamilton, see all that dappled shade in the shot ... it is from trees :-)
      Among the stone monuments it is hot and bare though crowded.

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  5. 'the lone and level sands' ... came immediately to mind. It does look peaceful and simple. I am surprised at the difference between a catholic section and an anglican section. This is even moreso ...

    Councils in the country do a grand job with cemeteries. Level land and tractor mowers make a difference.

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