Woodlawn Cemetery is in the north end of Guelph, a short walk away from where my father lives. It has roots in the 19th century, opened in 1854 to replace an older cemetery in the core of the city. Early interments at that cemetery were moved here. Forty acres of land were initially bought, with expansions after that. The cemetery has the peculiar distinction of having a railroad track run through its grounds. It serves as a final resting place for many. My maternal grandparents are here, as is my mother.
There is a commemoration along one of the pathways, with the Union Jack beside it. It pays tribute to six local men who gave their lives in the First World War.
The last time I was here was in a winter visit, with the cemetery covered in snow and the aftermath of freezing rain. It's different in summer.
This grave I took note of during that last visit. It has wide stone wings, and seems too over the top for me.
Other graves have character, especially this one topped with a cross.
This one I really liked, with the bears.
Today I finish with this poignant one, the grave of a child. The motif of a lamb on a gravestone is a marker of the death of a child. More from here to come.
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