Where did they all go? It was once a flourishing graveyard, welcoming all to their last resting place, as long as you paid for the privilege.
When I was a kid I would go and visit the family grave with mum once a month. It was a fun graveyard, because there were no paths, but just an overgrown wilderness amongst the gravestones. Sometimes you were walking on a gravestone embedded in the ground. I remember one was a young man than had drowned in the river at the age of 23. I am probably the only person that spared him a thought. Eventually mum and I visited grandad, as there was only room for one person more in the family grave and he eventually joined his family.
The funny thing was I never met anyone in grandad’s family. When I researched the family tree I discovered that he had brothers and sisters. They were mum’s aunts and uncles, but I do not think she ever met them. And so time went on and one day the graveyard was sold. It was full up, no room left and no-one really bothered. Mum told me that some appartment blocks had been built on the land but there were a few remainders left from the graveyard days as in the photo. Half of the cemetery had now been taken over by muslims.
Many years later I was in England and visited it what was left of the cemetery. I found the ruins of the gravestones in the photos, as this small part of the cemetery had not been demolished, so I assume there were a few coffins with the remains below. The muslims were also there, and we saw some groups gathered on graves and having a good conversation. Funny isn’t it, christians and muslims have their problems on this side, but on the other side it makes no big difference. There were complaints that when they removed the old graves, they just ran over the ground with a bulldozer churning up a mixture of bones and coffins. There were complaints, but no big deal.
Our family grave has disappeared somehow, although there have been a few remarks made by people living in the appartment building now built over what used to be Woodgrange Park Cemetery in the Eastern Side of London. They say that sometimes objects move with no reason in their home and strange noises can be heard. I think they are perhaps searching for publicity or reading too many Neil Gaimann books.