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Williamsburg Cemetery, 1541 Fischer Hallman Rd., Kitchener.
Our newest cemetery, which opened in 1995, has become well known for its attractive, natural setting, featuring a beautiful pond, wetlands and a restored 19th century Mennonite chapel - perfect for weddings . There are also a variety of activities to do, including bird watching and walking or hiking the Trillium Trail. The cemetery is located in Fischer Hallman Road, accessible by car and by bus within a moderate distance.
The cemetery is located on the former site of Bonaventure Plantation, originally owned by Colonel John Mullryne. On March 10, 1846, Commodore Josiah Tattnall III sold the 600-acre (2.4 km2) plantation and its private cemetery to Peter Wiltberger. The first burials took place in 1850, and three years later, Peter Wiltberger himself was entombed in a family vault.
Major William H. Wiltberger, the son of Peter, formed the Evergreen Cemetery Company on June 12, 1868. On July 7, 1907, the City of Savannah purchased the Evergreen Cemetery Company, making the cemetery public and changing the name to Bonaventure Cemetery.
In 1867 John Muir began his Thousand Mile Walk to Florida and the Gulf. In October he sojourned for six days and nights in the Bonaventure cemetery, sleeping upon graves overnight, this being the safest and cheapest accommodation that he could find while he waited for money to be expressed from home. He found the cemetery even then breathtakingly beautiful and inspiring and wrote a lengthy chapter upon it, "Camping in the Tombs."
"Part of the grounds was cultivated and planted with live-oak (Quercus virginiana), about a hundred years ago, by a wealthy gentleman who had his country residence here But much the greater part is undisturbed. Even those spots which are disordered by art, Nature is ever at work to reclaim, and to make them look as if the foot of man had never known them. Only a small plot of ground is occupied with graves and the old mansion is in ruins.
The most conspicuous glory of Bonaventure is its noble avenue of live-oaks. They are the most magnificent, planted trees I have ever seen, about fifty feet high and perhaps three or four feet in diameter, with broad spreading leafy heads. The main branches reach out horizontally until they come together over the driveway, embowering it throughout its entire length, while each branch is adorned like a garden with ferns, flowers, grasses, and dwarf palmettos.
But of all the plants of these curious tree-gardens the most striking and characteristic is the so-called Long Moss (Tillandsia usneoides). It drapes all the branches from top to bottom, hanging in long silvery-gray skeins, reaching a length of not less than eight or ten feet, and when slowly waving in the wind they produce a solemn funereal effect singularly impressive.
There are also thousands of smaller trees and clustered bushes, covered almost from sight in the glorious brightness of their own light. The place is half surrounded by the salt marshes and islands of the river, their reeds and sedges making a delightful fringe. Many bald eagles roost among the trees along the side of the marsh. Their screams are heard every morning, joined with the noise of crows and the songs of countless warblers, hidden deep in their dwellings of leafy bowers. Large flocks of butterflies, flies, all kinds of happy insects, seem to be in a perfect fever of joy and sportive gladness. The whole place seems like a center of life. The dead do not reign there alone.
Bonaventure to me is one of the most impressive assemblages of animal and plant creatures I ever met. I was fresh from the Western prairies, the garden-like openings of Wisconsin, the beech and maple and oak woods of Indiana and Kentucky, the dark mysterious Savannah cypress forests; but never since I was allowed to walk the woods have I found so impressive a company of trees as the tillandsia-draped oaks of Bonaventure.
I gazed awe-stricken as one new-arrived from another world. Bonaventure is called a graveyard, a town of the dead, but the few graves are powerless in such a depth of life. The rippling of living waters, the song of birds, the joyous confidence of flowers, the calm, undisturbable grandeur of the oaks, mark this place of graves as one of the Lord’s most favored abodes of life and light."
- "Camping in the Tombs," from A Thousand Mile Walk
Greenwich Cemetery became an addition to Bonaventure in 1933.
Side A
In 1818 three Wilson brothers John, Matthew and Samuel, came from Virginia to purchase large farms in this area. The plantations of John and Matthew joined near this cemetery. All three brothers and their families are buried here. Inscriptions on two gravestones tell of a Civil War atrocity when, on April 30, 1865 two local Union guerrilla gangs tortured and murdered John Wilson and his nephew, Matthew Jr. Two others in the house were shot, yet lived to tell the story. The plantation overseer was murdered the following morning.
Side B
A number of slaves are buried here adjoining the south wall of the Wilson Cemetery. There were 160 slaves on the two Wilson plantations at Wilson's Crossroads (now St. Florian). The graves of Christopher Brewer and his wife are probably located here. They were the maternal grandparents of William Christopher Handy. Florence's famous "Father of the Blues". Brewer a freeman was with John Wilson in 1865 when the family was terrorized by guerrilla gangs. Brewer was wounded but survived to lead the Wilson heirs to where the family valuables were buried.
Cemetery: Green Mountain Cemetery, Boulder, Colorado
Photo taken: 2002
Source: Terry Hill
Resting place of: William James Hannan, Margaret Beatrice (Kane) Hannan, Marion Julia Hannan, Ernest Talfred Hill, Margaret Beatrice (Hannan) Hill, June Marion (Hill) Hughes, Margaret Emogene “Peggy Gene” Hill, Robert Parke Hill.
The old Creede, CO cemetery sits high on the mountain above downtown Creede. Seems like a lonely, yet peaceful place to spend eternity.
"A spirit as big as the Mountain Sky lives on forever" RIP, Bob.
Located in section H of Toronto's most historic cemetery which was opened in 1850 to replace Strangers' Burying Ground (or Potter's Field).
Toronto, Canada ~ March 8, 2010.
St. Sever Cemetery Extension in Rouen, France. Pictured here are the War Graves of the British and Commonwealth forces. There are 1000's of graves in this cemetery, most are from the 1st World War. I took this in March 2009 when I was visiting Rouen.
Nunhead Cemetery is perhaps the least known, but most attractive, of the great Victorian Cemeteries of London. Consecrated in 1840, it is one of the seven great Victorian cemeteries established in a ring around the outskirts of London. It contains examples of the magnificent monuments erected in memory of the most eminent citizens of the day, which contrast sharply with the small, simple headstones marking common, or public, burials. Its formal avenue of towering limes and the Gothic gloom of the original Victorian planting gives way to paths which recall the country lanes of a bygone era. - Friends of Nunhead Cemetery
I thought very hard about whether to take these photographs, and whether to share them. I decided to because I feel it is important to remember these people, and to share their bravery with as many people as possible.
Cemetery with commonwealth graves, situated in the middle of Redhill Lane, Durham City, North East England, UK. . .
Cemetery with commonwealth graves, situated in the middle of Redhill Lane, Durham City, North East England, UK. . .
Pleasant Forest Cemetery is an old cemetery, founded in 1796. It lies on both sides of Concord Road about one-half mile south of Kingston Pike. Most of the cemetery receives some maintenance. I am told that State of Tennessee provides money for cutting the grass. The cemetery functions as two cemeteries. The portion east of Concord Road and the southeast corner of the portion west of Concord Road are a black cemetery.
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Tis a little grave, but o have care,
For world’s wide hopes are buried there;
How much of light, how much of joy,
Is buried with an only boy.
Commonwealth War Cemetery for soldiers who died in World War 1 around the Belgium town of Ypres
One of two cemeteries within the city walls.