Twice Buried

FeaturedTwice Buried

After my previous blog posts on Burgeo and the beautiful trails in Sandbanks Provincial Park, I received a few inquiries on the effect of winds and tide on the area.

Tops of erect headstones!

One of the many trails leads to an old cemetery. One of the park employees told me that the last burial here was around 1915.

When the cemetery was first used, the dead were brought here by boat from Upper Burgeo, Lower Burgeo and, I believe, surrounding islands.

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That’s a lot of sand.

 

Slowly going………..interesting.

Three names, one side blank and names on the other three……1873,1882, and 1900. If only I knew their stories.

 

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No more, no more

The worldly shore

Unbraids me with its loud uproar!

With dreamful eyes

My spirit lies

Under the walls of Paradise.

  Thomas Buchan Read

A beautiful resting place, changed by tide, winds and sand.

 

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Lost City Found In Burgeo……

FeaturedLost City Found In Burgeo……

……..Italy has Pompeii, Burgeo Newfoundland has Sandbanks.

 

It’s not an old book, or a treasure map. Nope. Staring up at me was a pile of rocks.   Wendy Mass, Jeremy Fink and the Measure of Life

For the first time in my life I find myself wishing I had studied geology.  I always get a feeling of joy when picking up a smooth, warm rock….I close my eyes and feel my daughters’ little hand in mine and, in more recent years, my grandchildren’s. The texture and smoothness of these rocks on the beach at Sandbanks Provincial Park in  Burgeo will be with me always. Because they appear to be made from many tiny rocks, I expected them to be course and rough to the touch, the opposite was true. Running my hand over them on many of my treks, I felt smoothness….like soapstone. I can only assume ( because I didn’t study geology) that over millions of years the ferocious winds, tides and blowing sands smoothed them into this most awesome state.

On the trails…… totally different, but so visually appealing.

 

Aargh
Aargh!

 

On the trails. How did this get here?……my imagination runs wild.

 

I take another look at the stone, round my fingertips over the meticulous brushstrokes and realize that nothing ever returns to time unless it is stored in mute, voiceless objects; rocks tell tales after all.”   Stefan Hertmans, War & Turpentine

Find my friend in the rock
Find my friend in the rock.

 

 

Displaced

Go…..explore!