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Congrats to dear Peter from Peter’s Pondering for guessing that this is a picture of Fairview Lawn Cemetery in Halifax, Nova Scotia, in particular, the section of the cemetery where more than 100 victims of the Titanic disaster were buried. Which is why, sadly, all of the granite headstones that were provided by the shipping company, whether there is a name or only a number, bear the date April 15, 1912. Fairview is only one of three Canadian cemeteries where Titanic victims were taken. There are 29 others buried at Mt. Olivet and the Baron de Hirsch Cemeteries, also in Halifax.
We visited Fairview on our tour of Halifax and it was heartbreaking to hear stories about some of the people and families who died. Larger markers like the one below were paid for by individual families. I particularly liked the poetic phraseology on this headstone.
There is also a sweet tribute to all the children that perished that day, paid for by crew of the Mckay-Bennett, a small ship that retrieved many of the bodies, including a small child who remained unclaimed and unidentified, victim number 4. By 2011, DNA testing of the unclaimed remains buried here identified victim number 4 as 19 month old Sidney Leslie Goodwin whose family perished on the voyage. A plaque with his information was added, though the headstone was unchanged in memory of all the children who did not survive the ill-fated trip.
And I must give an Honorable Mention to the always romantic Drew from The Lonely Author who was actually correct in identifying the picture as a cemetery and, more specifically, somewhere he would not be picking up a date! But, you know, lonely, perhaps wealthy, grieving widow in need of comfort? Maybe he will want to rethink his answer!
A lovely, sweet poem by The Lonely Author! Hoping he knows I’m reblogging cause I never see my comments on his site and think they are going into his spam (which seems to happen a lot!) Or I might be the only girl in the world that the little chimp is ignoring, sniff 😦
Through My Eyes
When I tell you that you’re beautiful
you don’t believe a word I say
when I tell you you’re amazing
you smile and walk away
you focus on a new wrinkle
complain about an extra pound or two
yet my opinion never matters
you swear I have no clue
You distort the vision before you
haven’t the faintest reason why
but you always fail to acknowledge
that mirrors never lie
perhaps I could help you love yourself
help you spread your wings and fly
if only you could admire your reflection
through my eyes