On June 19th, 2023, I stopped by the graveyard at St. Hilda’s Church in Sechelt, BC to reflect for a moment on the lives of my parents. It is not far from where I have lived for the past couple of decades, but I don’t drop by that often. Maybe I should. On this day, I walked the whole graveyard, looking for them, but they had totally disappeared.
This was not their first disappearance. Years ago, when the graveyard was being renovated, my mother's marker had also disapeared fromwhere we had expected to find it. It was eventualy found leaning up against the back of the church. Somehow it had been set aside and forgotten during the renovation. It had been removed because it had initially been installed outside the legal boundary of the graveyard.
When it was reinstalled, it was no longer beside the church as it once had been, but instead was relocated down beside the main path. St. Hilda's had been chosen as the resting place of my parents, likely because my father had been the rector at the nearby St. Barts, in Gibsons, a church which had no graveyard.
At the time of my mother's burial, I was not living the Coast (as I do now), and
although I was at her funeral service at Pitt Meadows, I didn't travel to the Coast when her grave marker was installed. Was there an urn with
our mother's ashes buried there, or were her ashes just spread nearby? I can’t be sure. This was close to four decades ago.
When I visited the graveyard on this recent June afternoon, a machine was busily cutting a wider swath over the existing path, the path beside where my parents’ graves had last been seen. I suspected that this renovation was likely the cause of their recent disappearance. It turned out that the markers had been inadvertently covered in dirt. This has since been removed. Once the path work is complete, I've been assured, our parents' markers will get cleaned up to look as good as new.
Accidents like this can easily happen. We are all human. I will be meeting with the church folk in a month, after the work is complete, and am hoping that our family’s two markers can have one more final move - that they can be placed closer together, as they once were. I will add a photo when this final work is complete.
This cemetery may be small, but it is well tended, and is a treat to spend some contemplative time in. It includes not only the parishioners of Sechelt, but also others like my parents from other parishes, and a Buddhist section which pays tribute to the local Japanese residents who were unjustly displaced after the bombing of Pearl Harbour. Blame for their losses of homes, land and livelihoods can only be laid at the feet of the cultural biases of the time.
Disappearances are also a fact of life (or death) in the Creggan Parish graveyard in
South Armagh, near Crossmaglen, but they have happened for other reasons and have had different consequences. Like St. Hilda’s, the Creggan graveyard is an inclusive graveyard. It has long included the
graves of a wide range of Church of Ireland, Presbyterian, and Catholic people.
For its time and place, this has represented a remarkable level of diversity
and inclusion. The only barrier, one that should always be kept in mind, was you had to able to pay for a plot, and then to employ a stone mason. When it comes to most graveyards - if not all graveyards - diversity only goes so far.
The photos which I took in 2010 show a lot of empty space in our family's JACKSON enclosure. This led me to wonder why there were only two visible grave markers: a large rectangular piece of slate in one corner, and a few steps away a child’s marker. Was something missing?
The JOHNSTON's part of the enclosure is behind it, inside a rock wall.
The 1785 parish records record the dimensions of this enclosure.
JOHNSTON-JACKSON. 26' x 16' of ground granted to
John Johnston Esq. of Woodvale in southwest corner with liberty to enclose
same and 16 feet square to Mr. David Jackson and family adjoining Mr.
The child’s grave-marker seen to the left was installed in memory of Edith Bradford JACKSON.
Sacred to the memory of Edith Bradford infant daughter of Thomas and Amelia Lydia Jackson born 27th May 1874 died 7th September 1874: For such is the Kingdom of Heaven”.
A lot of
family history can be gleaned from grave markers, specially when dovetailed
with other records. From Edith’s death certificate, we learn that she had died
after a week of hydrocephalus, at Cavananore This was
the home of Edith’s great-aunt Mary Jane OLIVER (1821-1875). Edith's uncle,
Andrew JACKSON (1846-1929) who was at Cavananore at the time, was the official witness. He had likely been managing the farm for his spinster aunt. At
three months of age, Edith had been visiting at Cavananore with her parents
and siblings. At the time, they all lived in Hong Kong, where her father,
Thomas Jackson, (1815-1903), brother of Andrew, was manager of the Hongkong
and Shanghai Banking Corporation. It later became known as HSBC. He later became known as Sir Thomas, only the 2nd man from Creggan ever to be knighted (the 1st was Sir Henry O'NEILL in the 1600s).
Decades later, it was Edith’s twin sister Amy Oliver JACKSON (1874-1962) who documented with great accuracy much of the history of the JACKSONs of Urker (aka Urcher). She did this work in collaboration with several of her cousins. They all benefited from the memories passed on from their grandmother Elizabeth JACKSON née OLIVER (1815-1903).
As a result of the efforts of these cousins, a transcription of this 2nd grave marker can be found on a scrap of paper which I had photographed while staying with Christine WRIGHT (1941-2022) at Gilford Castle. Based on the style of handwriting found on other such scraps of paper, this transcription was most likely done by “Mattie” Maud Martha Elizabeth SKUSE née REED (1878-1958). She was a daughter of Robert Hamilton REED & Margaret JACKSON (1853-1944), and also a close friend of her cousin Mary WRIGHT née MENARY (1872-1946) of Gilford Castle, daughter of Mary JACKSON (1844-1921). This 2nd transcription must have been saved at Gilford sometime before Mary WRIGHT’s death in 1946.
Both the transcription of Edith’s grave-marker as well as the transcription of this 2nd JACKSON grave-marker were recorded in 1988 in the Creggan Guide to Creggan Church & Graveyard, Journal of Creggan Historical Society, p31. Its transcription matches Mattie's word for word. The dates of death were for Thomas JACKSON’s father (David), his great-grandfather (John) and grandmother (Elizabeth), as well as for Thomas' great-great-grandmother (Margaret).
Here lieth the remains of John Jackson late of
Urker who departed this life the 20th June 1817 aged 37 years;
also those of his mother Margaret Jackson who died Jan 1820 aged 81 years;
also those of his widow Elizabeth Jackson who departed this life 12th
March 1880 aged 92 years; also of his only son David Jackson who died Nov 11th
1889 aged 75 years.
Mattie Skuce also recorded another grave marker from Creggan Church graveyard, but this is for a grave that is not recorded anywhere else. It was likely installed decades before the one that remains and hence would have been even harder to read. Given that, I have taken the liberty of adding a few editing suggestions in red.
2nd stone on right
During my 2010 visit to Creggan Parish, a local historian suggested that this missing grave-marker might have ended up being used as a fireplace hearth in one of the nearby homes. After all, there were no JACKSONs still living in the parish, and this use might have felt downright practical. In many parishes, this was not unusual. The missing slab of slate would likely have been installed such that the lettering was not visible. Had the inscription of this lost grave marker not been found on a wee scrap of paper, an important clue to the some of the history of Creggan parish would also have disappeared.
UPDATE: June 8, 2023. North Bay Cemetery News (California): "We don't often get stones back, in this area when I was a boy, people would take the stones home, use them for landscaping or bookends," cemetery volunteer and historian, Jonathan Quandt said.
The following article from the Bowen Island Undercurrent is pasted into one of my old diaries: May 1991 It describes some disappearances of grave markers which is quite unlike the two previous ones. In this case, it is likely that cultural bias was a factor. (My transcription - including my own emphasis - is beneath).
It is worth focusing on what was left unsaid about how these Chinese grave-markers from Mountainview Cemetery came to be used in the sea-wall at Ceperly Park. After reading this article, I had contacted Edythe Hanen who had then mailed me her photos for a short-term loan. Since 1991 was long before digital sharing was possible, I did a rudimentary sketch before returning the photos.
Recently, I did a digital search - hoping to learn more about what had happened. The 1919 Section of the graveyard can be seen in the upper left-hand corner in the Mountainview Cemetery map:
in the notes on the 1919 section- was there no mention of the Chinese? Instead, there was just this:
1919 section. Across 41st Avenue is a small pocket of graves which include Janet Smith – the house maid murdered in Shaughnessy, Joe Fortes – Vancouver’s favourite Lifeguard, and the third Firefighter’s Memorial.
Also, why were these ‘junked pieces’ discarded and damaged in the first placeCould there be a taint of cultural bias here? Who is being protected?The Stanley Park Explorer describes it as nothing more than an interesting footnote. It leads me to question the statement that: extreme care was taken not to leave any lettering showing on the face of the sea-wall.
A current Wikipedia article does mention that stone sets from the recently dismantled BC Electric Railway streetcar system had also been incorporated into the seawall, but like the earlier article, it too mentions nothing at all about the grave-markers taken from Chinese graves.
Canada is facing a long-overdue reckoning over the lack of respect shown by the
dominant culture to the long-lost graves of indigenous children. Ireland faces a similar reckoning as the stories of the children’s
mass grave in Tuam have begun to surface. Stories such
as these remind us of how - all too often - most cultures tend to treat the powerless, and
how this results in their place in our remembered histories getting lost. When the stories behind the disappearances of these graves come to light, we may find that we have been given at least some of the tools to right (and to rewrite) wrongs.
I can’t see myself wanting to have a grave marker to mark my passing after I die. Like so many people these days, I belong everywhere and nowhere. Perhaps my ashes will be scattered to the earth, to the sea or to the wind, whichever feels best to my survivors. After all, there is not enough room for all of us living today to continue to take up more space. Still, it does make me wonder about that sense of place and connection that families once enjoyed when they visited graveyards. It also leads me to wonder whether there might be another approach that could help to sustain our sense of connection to those who have gone before. Of course, any approach that we choose can only be as durable as most things are. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.