Mature gay sex in cemetery at night
My kids thought I was nuts and morbid, and I'd never hear anything. I thought maybe a car wreck, cause the Fords were just released, but I didn't really know. It was clearly a husband and wife, and they both died on the same day, like in 1904, and I wondered what happened.
For instance, just how many little ones died in 1918, of the flu, probably, there was quite an epidemic here after WWI, but anyway, there were two graves. As a history major, I just get so curious about the stories of the people. After dropping off my oldest boy, Jake, in New Mexico to attend college, my other two kids, Kyle and Samm, and I stopped off in Nevada, or maybe it was Utah, at an old cemetery. And I've sort of picked up where he left off. When we would go on road trips, my dad would always stop at the old cemeteries we passed. I'll bet "the uneasiness he felt going past the cemetery to the undercurrent of sectarianism and segregation at the time". Nine foot walls beneath the ground to segregate the denominations, consecrated and unconsecrated. And gosh darn it, call me crazy, and naive, but I sure wish we could all just get along. Things like that are so sad when it's not a film, maybe that's why I like horror films so much, because they are just films. And the poor kid who fell and crushed his skull. Isn't there a place for them behind the shrouded urns? Two little girls hhmmm.
But I'm stuck here behind the couch as usual. I didn't have any work to do on my blog anyway. So glad I found this post, and will be reading the one about Burrishoole when I'm done. That has thankfully changed now, though the desecration of so many of the graves by hoodlums is still evident. Throughout the 1970s a lot of vandalism occurred in the cemetery and Protestants wouldn’t visit it because of its location in West Belfast – a predominantly Catholic community. As a Catholic he associated the cemetery with British-leaning Protestantism, and believed that the people buried in it were somehow ‘different’, as the majority of them weren’t Catholic. Nowadays he attributes the uneasiness he felt going past the cemetery to the undercurrent of sectarianism and segregation at the time. Naturally a youngsters’ imagination would conjure images of a cloven-hoofed devil prowling around such a place. It presumably condemned the fact that some of the ground in the cemetery was not consecrated and was therefore heretical. He had also read a pamphlet called ‘The Devil that Dances’, which was written by Father Gerald O’Carroll, a priest at Clonard monastery. Belfast, eh?Īccording to former Mayor of Belfast Tom Hartley, who now organises tours of parts of West Belfast, as a child he used to run past the cemetery gates because of stories he heard about the devil appearing there one night. This cemetery has underground walls to separate its occupants according to their religion. Nine-foot deep underground walls were constructed to divide consecrated and non-consecrated ground and separate not only the Catholic and Protestant sections of the graveyard, but the areas reserved for the Jewish community too. Amongst the ornate Victorian features inside the grounds are a bell and cast iron fountains, gothic arches and neoclassical angels and shrouded urns.īefore the cemetery opened, disputes over burial customs, ceremonies and procedures ensued due to the site’s cross-denominationalism. Gay envisioned a garden cemetery – akin to the likes of Abney Park Cemetery in London – the likes of which were very popular in the early nineteenth century. Englishman William Gay was appointed to design the new cemetery. Plans for a municipal cemetery for all religious denominations were made and in 1866, Belfast Corporation (now Belfast City Council) purchased land from a prominent family on Falls Road, with a view to turning it into a burial ground and a park. Up until this stage, the majority of burial grounds in Belfast were controlled by religious denominations. As the population rose, more burial space was needed for the increasing numbers of the dead. The Great Famine drove people out of rural areas and into the city in search of work. The cemetery was founded in the mid 19th century, at a time when Belfast saw a drastic rise in its population. Ivy chokes and cascades over everything, rendering the whole place immensely atmospheric. I was immediately taken by how big it was, and how overgrown the majority of the older graves were. I’ve lived in Belfast for about seven or eight years now and this was the first time I set foot in the place. I recently took a stroll through Belfast City Cemetery.