A morning in the graveyard


I do not make a practice of visiting graveyards and I have never been to New Plymouth’s cemetery before, despite living in the district for over 35 years. But a friend was insistent that I should go and look at the older sections. At this time in spring, it was simply charming. In my very limited experience, graveyards tend to be either of two types – very austere and plain, managed by tight local body regulation with the weedsprayer and lawn mower to hand. Or left to their own devices so that, over time, they progress from neglect with weeds and rank grass to that sense of nature reclaiming aged graves.

img_2164Somebody, or probably several living bodies, must have lavished a lot of love and care on this section of the graveyard over many years. It was so well done and individualised that it did not have the look of institutional management. Nor indeed of relying on family or descendant management of individual graves – though there were some examples of these.

img_2185It was the wide range of plants used, the attention to detail and the many delightful little pictures that were created as a result, the careful colour toning in some areas and the soft-edged maintenance that made me think it was not chance that created these scenes. Many are created as individual small gardens for a specific grave. I could not help but notice that the space of an individual grave back when the 1800s turned into the 1900s was considerably larger than a modern grave; family plots were larger again.


Mark tells me there are some Jurys buried in the graveyard (well, he mentioned his Uncle Les, the camellia breeder, but Jurys are so numerous that I am sure there must be many more). Having seen mature specimens of Jury magnolias felled to make way for the new road bridge at the entry to the cemetery area, it was a surprise to see more recent plantings of Felix’s magnolias scattered through the cemetery – several specimens each of Apollo, Milky Way, Athene and Iolanthe. As he looked at my photos, Mark commented that he felt the Jurys had a fair representation there.







There are small businesses working in the area of grave restoration. I know this because I have been contacted by one who had looked at the Jury family graves in our little, local Tikorangi cemetery. I ascertained that their services were limited to cleaning the headstones and decided that if it really worried us, I could pop along myself with a scrubbing brush and some water with bleach and detergent. In the end, it comes down to personal choice how one wishes the graves of one’s ancestors to look to the public eye, but there is a certain jarring element to the restoration of some graves in the gentle environment of the old cemetery.

img_2222For spring scenes, the cemetery was unsurpassed. I must go again in summer and see if the secret hands have wrought similar magic into the next season.

img_2175If you are on Facebook, I have posted an album of additional photos to our garden page. I took so many and that medium is better for multiple photos.

Looking left, the hanging gardens of New Plymouth

Looking left, the hanging gardens of New Plymouth

Interesting austerity to the right, topped by a kowhai tree

Interesting austerity to the right, under the sparse umbrella of a kowhai tree

6 thoughts on “A morning in the graveyard

  1. Mark Hubbard (@MarkHubbard33)

    Lovely post Abbie (looks up to check spelling, yes … Abbie).

    I love graveyards, always have. My first degree was part history, perhaps that’s why, but wherever I am (and certainly where I live) I visit the graveyard, often, reading the gravestones and just sauntering around. They give you a real feel for the history of an area, although I go as much for that special sort of tranquility you get only get in a graveyard. And I don’t go with other people, just myself and Daisy dog: peeps yabbering nonsense is awful (go to the pub, or in your case, beer garden, for that).

    1. Abbie Jury Post author

      This graveyard delights in a way I have not seen before. It also appears to have a cycle way through it and to be an off-leash dog walking area so there was an interesting buzz of life within it. I was in a hurry so need to return to explore further but it appears that the new areas and the returned servicemen area lack the charm of the old areas. Must be time I had a look at the Tikorangi cemetery again.

  2. Pat Webster

    That last photo of the bare-branched tree is quite gorgeous. Austere but with a wonderful shape. I love cemeteries… always some story to discover on the headstones, or to imagine.

  3. bhonz

    Hen Abbie There’s a volunteer called Susan who was an accountant. She tidies the cemetery. I’ll get more details. Bill

    Sent from my iPad


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