Where Is The Body?

A friend of Aaron managed to tow away his truck which needs a new fuel pump. He hopes to have it repaired as soon as possible.

On another very grey day I scanned more black and white negatives from May 2008 that didn’t appear in The Magnificent Seven publication.

The first selection is from Kensal Green cemetery, opened by The General Cemetery Company in 1833, the oldest of London’s landscaped cemeteries.

‘The Cemetery of All Souls at Kensal Green was the earliest of the large privately-run cemeteries established on the fringes of London to relieve pressure on overcrowded urban churchyards. Its founder George Frederick Carden intended it as an English counterpart to the great Père-Lachaise cemetery in Paris, which he had visited in 1821. In 1830, with the financial backing of the banker Sir John Dean Paul, Carden established the General Cemetery Company, and two years later an Act of Parliament was obtained to develop a 55-acre site at Kensal Green, then among open fields to the west of the metropolis. An architectural competition was held, but the winning entry – a Gothic scheme by HE Kendall – fell foul of Sir John’s classicising tastes, and the surveyor John Griffith of Finsbury was eventually employed both to lay out the grounds and to design the Greek Revival chapels, entrance arch and catacombs, which were built between 1834 and 1837. A sequence of royal burials, beginning in 1843 with that of Prince Augustus Frederick, Duke of Sussex, ensured the cemetery’s popularity. It is still administered by the General Cemetery Company, assisted since 1989 by the Friends of Kensal Green.’ (historicengland.org.uk)

This still working graveyard contains a number of family mausoleums, some of which are now bricked up.

This one is that of Andrew Ducrow (1793-1842)

‘This Graeco-Egyptian mausoleum, designed ostensibly for his wife, but mainly (as the epitaph says) “by genius for the reception of its own remains.” Condemned in The Builder in 1856 as a piece of “ponderous coxcombry. “

Ducrow was a circus stunt rider as well as the owner and producer of the wildly successful hippodramas, The Battle of Waterloo and Mazeppa. Note ……. the flanking sphinxes……… See also winged horse visible on left of relief. Other motifs included shells, beehives, angels etc.’

Caption and commentary by Jacqueline Banerjee 2007′. (http://www.victorianweb.org/art/parks/kensalgreen/13.html)

This memorial to Major General The Hon. Sir William Casement (1788-1844) ‘was’, according to collection.nam.ac.uk, ‘erected in Kensal Green Cemetery by his widow’. ‘He died of cholera at Cossipore (Cossipur or Kashipur) in 1844 shortly before he was due to return to England. Casement delayed his departure when he received a letter requesting him not to return, due to unrest in the Madras Army, that was signed by the members of the Supreme Council (the letter is in British Library). He is buried in Lower Circular Road Cemetery, Kolkata (Calcutta)’ There is, according to Historic England an identical monument in Kolkata. I remain confused about where his remains actually lie.

findagrave.com tells that the resident of the next monument, Sir Samuel Wilson, was ‘Pastoralist and owner of much land in Australia, author of “The Californian Salmon With an Account of its Introduction into Victoria”, Conservative MP for Portsmouth, he was knighted in 1875.’

‘Eustace Meredyth Martin (1816-92) [for whom this resting place was built] was a barrister, traveller and writer. His books include ‘A Tour through India in Lord Canning’s Time’ (1881), ‘A Visit to the Holy Land, Syria and Constantinople’ (1883), and a children’s novel entitled ‘Round the World'(1883)’ (historicengland.org.uk).

A group of Italian families a buried here.

Brompton Cemetery bears the grave of Flight-Sub-Lieut. Reginald Alexander John Warneford, V.C., R.N.A.S..

‘On 7 June 1915 at Ghent, Belgium, Warneford, flying a Morane-Saulnier Type L, attacked another German Army airship, LZ 37. He chased the airship from the coast near Ostend and, despite its defensive machine-gun fire, succeeded in dropping his bombs on it, the last of which set the airship on fire. LZ37 subsequently crashed in Sint-Amandsberg[a] (51°3′43.2″N 3°44′54.7″E).[8] The explosion overturned Warneford’s aircraft and stopped its engine. Having no alternative, Warneford had to land behind enemy lines, but after 35 minutes spent on repairs, he managed to restart the engine just as the Germans realized what was going on, and after yelling “Give my regards to the Kaiser!”, he was able to achieve liftoff and returned to base.[9][1]

On 17 June 1915, Warneford received the award of Légion d’honneur from the French Army Commander in Chief,  General Joffre. Following a celebratory lunch, Warneford travelled to the aerodrome at Buc in order to ferry an aircraft for delivery to the RNAS at Veurne. Having made one short test flight, he then flew a second flight, carrying an American journalist, Henry Beach Needham, as passenger. During a climb to 200 feet, the righthand wings collapsed leading to a catastrophic failure of the airframe. Accounts suggest that neither occupant was harnessed and were both thrown out of the aircraft, suffering fatal injuries. In the case of Needham, death was instantaneous.’ (Wikipedia)

Just 10 days after he earned his V.C. This man died in a flying accident.

Beatrix Potter grew up in the nearby fashionable Kensington, and seemingly spent much of her childhood behind the walls of Brompton Cemetery where it is believed she found inspiration for her characters’ names on the gravestones,

one of which was suitable for a Squirrel.

This evening we dined on more of Jackie’s super-tasty beef and mushroom pie, this time with roast potatoes and parsnips; tender cabbage and runner beans; firm carrots and cauliflower, with thick, meaty, gravy. The Culinary Queen drank Hoegaarden and I finished the La Repasse.

Published by derrickjknight

I am a septuagenarian enjoying rambling physically and photographing what I see, and rambling in my head as memories are triggered. I also ramble through a lifetime's photographs

76 thoughts on “Where Is The Body?

  1. When we moved to rural Newfoundland, we found the local cemetery badly neglected.
    We obtained government funding, and hired 18 local workers to landscape the place, plant shrubs and flowers etc, and within 8 weeks they created a peaceful, beautiful park-like setting.

    We instructed the workers to remove the plastic flowers from the sites, and put them in the storage shed, and asked people to kindly pick them up since these plastic blooms greatly interfered with maintaining the cemetery.

    Alas, we misjudged this culture, since we had moved here from Ontario.
    Rather than being happy with what we had done, people were furious with us for having removed the plastic flowers !

    Then, my husband and I resigned from being the volunteer ‘caretakers’ of the local cemetery…
    I have never understood the purpose of a plastic flower. 🌼⚘🌷

  2. I love to wander about in cemeteries. Hmmm…what does that say about me? It does appear though, that Beatrix and I have a bit in common. Tombstones are priceless for character names. Street names in the Highlands, too. Be well, Derrick 🙂

  3. Thanks for the tour and interesting tales of those who now reside there.

    It seems that many people are fascinated with cemeteries.

    Thick, tasty gravy. You are a pampered fellow, Derrick.

      1. You could please correct my fat finger fumbles while I was commenting on the tablet keyboard, in your spare time, Derrick! Thanks.

  4. Oh I loved the cemetery tour!

    Squirrel Nutkins! I read about Beatrix’s life in a book from the National Trust when Joss and I visited her cottage in the Lake District. I’m so glad to have now seen the cemetery where she gained inspiration.

  5. A new fuel pump for Aaron shouldn’t be too bad, although everything seems expensive these days.

    I enjoyed the cemetery tour, Derrick, and the stories behind some of the residents. Squirrel Nutkin came from there, too!

    Best to you and Jackie. ❤

  6. That is a grave matter indeed, bodies without soul, mausoleums without body. The wistful glance heavenwards of the lady at Kensal Green Cemetery says so much more than epitaphs. The monochrome photos suit the theme; the framing, angle of view and exposure are excellent.

    I wish the best to Aaron’s truck.

  7. These fascinating statues and natural landscaping are so much better than the modern flat lawn cemeteries. Thanks for the interesting tidbit about Beatrix Potter.

  8. This was a fascinating post, but the information and the images. Best of all, I learned a new insult: coxcombry. Now, whom can I accuse of a foppish conceit? Is there still foppishess in today’s day and age?

  9. Cemeteries have fascinated me since early childhood, ever since my father became involved with literally reclaiming one from the encroaching bush in what is now Mpumalanga. We, his children, would scurry through the bush and call out when we found a grave, which he would mark to make the bush clearing easier. It was in this tiny cemetery that I learned of accidents, illness, disasters and realised what a wealth if history is there for absorption if only we would take the time to read what has been left for us to see. I have this post particularly interesting for that reason.

  10. I always feel honored to visit cemeteries and celebrate people’s lives. And the architecture and artistry in these older cemeteries is so beautiful.
    Thank you for taking us along with you through your beautiful, emotion-filled photos. And for the history you teach us. 🙂
    I love Beatrix Potter and enjoyed that wonderful fact about her!
    And the Nutkins family burial plot would definitely be a nice place for squirrels to gather. 🙂
    It’s sad to see when some…like Tom died so young. 😦
    Still sending bestest wishes for Aaron’s truck to be fixed quickly!
    (((HUGS)))

  11. We have a very watered down version of this graveyard in the “Rock Cemetery” in Nottingham but it’s rather like the difference between the All Blacks and Bulgaria.There are very few of these ornate buildings although a lot of cash seems to have gone into making a single grave much more ornate, a little like Warneford V.C.

  12. Interesting to see Warneford’s grave. Very few bodies were brought back from France before the Government put an end to it, feeling it was divisive to bring the bodies of officers back (because the families could afford it) and leave the bodies of the other ranks in Franc and Flanders. I’d always assumed he was buried in France. There appear to be 12 VC winners buried in the cemetery.

    https://web.archive.org/web/20041028141724/http://www.homeusers.prestel.co.uk/stewart/brompton.htm

  13. So it seems to still be a mystery: where the body is. I thoroughly enjoyed all of these photos, especially moody in the B&W, but most of all I love the eccentric mausoleum for Andrew Ducrow. What delicious abandonment of taste. Too bad about the design of the cemetery not being awarded to the contest winner, as I would have appreciated gothic design in a cemetery.

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