Toxteth Cemetery
So having a hyperactive border collie for a housemate means I have to take her on super!power!walks after work each afternoon. I take her to the wide expanses of Sefton Park via a shortcut through Toxteth Cemetery.
Welp. I love cemeteries, as most of you know. And this one possibly has my ancestors in it (I have found Gordons and Lowrys but I like to check and double-check connections first) and it's simply fascinating, as it bears the hallmarks of a maritime city and reflects Liverpool's status as Gateway to the World during the 1800s and early part of the 20th century.
The awesome entrance that would be better illustrated by someone with any talent at photography. :p
The old church in the background is sadly closed. As Europe becomes more secular and attendances drop off, a lot of churches are falling into disrepair. I wish they could be preserved as historical buildings. I find them fascinating.
I need to find out how old this church is. It's actually pretty small.
I had to hold my phone through a crack in the boards to get this picture. Terrifying! I held my breath.
I think I like the peaceful finality of older tombs. So many of them say things like: 'peace at last' and 'my journey is done'. The newer graves actually frighten me (hi, person with a pathological fear of death who loves cemeteries) because it's too raw, and because modern society is less accepting of death than our ancestors, but this... this sort of stuff comforts me.
Liverpool became deeply embroiled in the American Civil War, despite Britain's stance on the conflict. The city was heavily reliant on the South because of the cotton trade (and another much less savoury trade) so took a dubious stance and sent ships, supplies and volunteers to fight with the Confederacy. This soldier ended up staying in Liverpool - there was a ceremony a couple of years ago to clean up the grave and rededicate it to him.
Possibly my stupid bloody thumb in the lower right of the picture.
Welp. I love cemeteries, as most of you know. And this one possibly has my ancestors in it (I have found Gordons and Lowrys but I like to check and double-check connections first) and it's simply fascinating, as it bears the hallmarks of a maritime city and reflects Liverpool's status as Gateway to the World during the 1800s and early part of the 20th century.
The awesome entrance that would be better illustrated by someone with any talent at photography. :p
The old church in the background is sadly closed. As Europe becomes more secular and attendances drop off, a lot of churches are falling into disrepair. I wish they could be preserved as historical buildings. I find them fascinating.
I need to find out how old this church is. It's actually pretty small.
I had to hold my phone through a crack in the boards to get this picture. Terrifying! I held my breath.
I think I like the peaceful finality of older tombs. So many of them say things like: 'peace at last' and 'my journey is done'. The newer graves actually frighten me (hi, person with a pathological fear of death who loves cemeteries) because it's too raw, and because modern society is less accepting of death than our ancestors, but this... this sort of stuff comforts me.
Liverpool became deeply embroiled in the American Civil War, despite Britain's stance on the conflict. The city was heavily reliant on the South because of the cotton trade (and another much less savoury trade) so took a dubious stance and sent ships, supplies and volunteers to fight with the Confederacy. This soldier ended up staying in Liverpool - there was a ceremony a couple of years ago to clean up the grave and rededicate it to him.
Possibly my stupid bloody thumb in the lower right of the picture.