Meandering thoughts about a burial of a baby
Posted: 19 Jun 2012 10:32
I was reading the Journal - have also noted Erika's excellent piece in there too, good one, thanks for putting it forward as well as posting the details on here.
In one of the articles it mentions that a child buried in a local Cemetery had been "popped in" with other relatives, an economical solution but that she wasn't mentioned on the headstone.
It got me wondering about my uncle who had died as a baby. Thomas Lunt was born in March 1915 and died in the November of the same year. As another of those infant deaths I had merely accepted it, said my little prayer for the mite and logged the details in my tree. I had been told the story that when he became ill, I suspect of something chesty, croup or whooping cough perhaps, his mother Kate had been told by the local women to take him down to the Pier Head where the sea air would do him good, apparently she regretted doing this as the baby died not long afterwards.
Many years later in the 1950's and 1960's she used to visit her son, my dad and our family out "in the country" as she called Kirkby, this was a big difference from the life she knew in Kirkdale. My dad discovered gardening when he had moved to this house and in the summer the garden was always a riot of colour, especially dahlias and roses, of which he always picked a huge bunch for nan to take home with her. After her tea I would walk her round to the bus stop and she should have been home by about 7.00 pm, however her daughter who she lived with often became worried when she hadn't arrived back until after 9 o'clock, empty handed, having been "round the graves" with the flowers.
As she was a good Catholic and brought up her children in the faith (this however, was my bigamist grandmother) I wasn't surprised to find the burial of little Tommy at Ford Cemetery where I was wondering if he had been "popped in" with others. Her own parents were buried at Ford, her mother in the grave with her sister and other members of the family and commemorated on their headstone, but her father was in a general grave, with just a field to stare at when visiting him and the only other family member I knew of was her son in law who had died when his own children were very young. I knew from the indexes of the grave who was buried in each, Kate herself later being buried in the grave with her son in law and her daughter.
So I found the burial record for Tommy on 10 November, 1915 - Residence Children's Infirmary - 8 months old - Grave No. 1166.
So what prompted my little story, which I hope you don't mind my telling, many of you have wondered how or where a baby in their family had been buried.
Would I find him popped in with others, whether they were family members or unknowns? No it was a general grave but just on the two pages in front of me where his burial was listed was a total of 8 in the same grave, all of them babies, the oldest being 19 months and the youngest being only 23 days. It's so sad to think of the heartbreak of those parents but it makes me feel a little better to think of all those babies tucked up together and their spirits like little cherubs on clouds playing with their toes.
In one of the articles it mentions that a child buried in a local Cemetery had been "popped in" with other relatives, an economical solution but that she wasn't mentioned on the headstone.
It got me wondering about my uncle who had died as a baby. Thomas Lunt was born in March 1915 and died in the November of the same year. As another of those infant deaths I had merely accepted it, said my little prayer for the mite and logged the details in my tree. I had been told the story that when he became ill, I suspect of something chesty, croup or whooping cough perhaps, his mother Kate had been told by the local women to take him down to the Pier Head where the sea air would do him good, apparently she regretted doing this as the baby died not long afterwards.
Many years later in the 1950's and 1960's she used to visit her son, my dad and our family out "in the country" as she called Kirkby, this was a big difference from the life she knew in Kirkdale. My dad discovered gardening when he had moved to this house and in the summer the garden was always a riot of colour, especially dahlias and roses, of which he always picked a huge bunch for nan to take home with her. After her tea I would walk her round to the bus stop and she should have been home by about 7.00 pm, however her daughter who she lived with often became worried when she hadn't arrived back until after 9 o'clock, empty handed, having been "round the graves" with the flowers.
As she was a good Catholic and brought up her children in the faith (this however, was my bigamist grandmother) I wasn't surprised to find the burial of little Tommy at Ford Cemetery where I was wondering if he had been "popped in" with others. Her own parents were buried at Ford, her mother in the grave with her sister and other members of the family and commemorated on their headstone, but her father was in a general grave, with just a field to stare at when visiting him and the only other family member I knew of was her son in law who had died when his own children were very young. I knew from the indexes of the grave who was buried in each, Kate herself later being buried in the grave with her son in law and her daughter.
So I found the burial record for Tommy on 10 November, 1915 - Residence Children's Infirmary - 8 months old - Grave No. 1166.
So what prompted my little story, which I hope you don't mind my telling, many of you have wondered how or where a baby in their family had been buried.
Would I find him popped in with others, whether they were family members or unknowns? No it was a general grave but just on the two pages in front of me where his burial was listed was a total of 8 in the same grave, all of them babies, the oldest being 19 months and the youngest being only 23 days. It's so sad to think of the heartbreak of those parents but it makes me feel a little better to think of all those babies tucked up together and their spirits like little cherubs on clouds playing with their toes.