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Angel

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Another from the Christ Church Cemetery in Russell… This just breaks my heart, for a young child. I can imagine her mother coming here and grieving. And then I think that had she not died when she did, she would still be dead now, along with everyone that ever knew her.

I don’t know what to make of that…

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Written by Titirangi Storyteller

26/10/2011 at 10:26 pm

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  1. What a lovely monument to a little one lost. I’m sure it was washed with a Mama’s tears. Heaven is the only hope she’d have to hold and love on her baby again 🙂

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    Happy Daze

    27/10/2011 at 12:59 am

    • Yes, I’m sure it was. I quite love cemetery angels – of course a lot of people do… I know they are a bit kitsch, but I guess that’s part of their charm, a naked longing for something unattainable… This one is quite small, about the size of a small baby-toddler (life-size seems like the wrong phrase here) and set low to the ground. After I photographed her, I found myself rubbing the top of her head, it was cool to the touch, but not ‘stone-cold’ like I expected. A beautiful, soft moment.

      Strangely, when my husband looked at my blog this morning he said he did not notice this angel at all…

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  2. A tiny angel in apple country. As a child, I used to believe that, if I stood on a grave long enough, the story would reveal itself. Then my older brother told me I’d actually become possessed and only be able to live in graveyards. Don’t ya just love brothers?!

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    souldipper

    27/10/2011 at 8:04 am

    • I have one brother but he is a year younger than me, which gave me infinitely superior intelligence and wisdom than him. And still does!

      Did you continue to stand on the graves? I used to stand on children’s graves – I sort of thought I would ‘absorb’ part of them somehow. If nothing else, it sparked my imagination…

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  3. I, too, love cemetery angels, and I have never seen one with an anchor. How fascinating.

    The first few years after we lost Caitlin and I spent so much time in the infant cemetery, I would take great care not to tread on the graves, which is nigh impossible since they leave no room between, but I felt that it was a great intrusion, on the parents, not the buried children. Does that make sense?

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    poietes

    01/11/2011 at 7:41 am

    • Russell is a seaside village. It was the first capital of New Zealand. So the sea motifs run through pretty much everything – including cemetery angels. I don’t think this child was lost at sea, though probably 10% or more of the graves were for those who drowned or were killed through misadventure or accident at sea.

      That is so sad about your daughter’s grave, that it could not be more welcoming, a place for you to go and be with her comfortably. Standing on a grave is so very different from stepping on one.

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