Stockton NSW

I have been wanting to visit Stockton cemetery for a few years now, to visit my Paternal Grandmother. Sunday seemed like the perfect day as it would have been my late fathers birthday.

I know the Section and the grave number, but apart from the above map there are no other markings. 

As I walked around I asked Maud to send me a sign, you know like a willy wag tail or a swallow, but  I get an eagle. But he was no help to me either.

I have contacted the council but am still waiting a reply as I would like to be able to give Maud the recognition she deserves. 

See here on the right, this is new headstone that has been laid. If they could find their grave in this patch of lawn so can I. It also looks affordable.

If you look you can see it again just off centre.

This is the area I feel Maud may be.

Maud's daughter Mary erected a cross all those years
ago, I did wonder if maybe the timber cross did survive, but I doubt it.

Or she maybe here? Time will tell and hopefully next time I head to Stockton I will be able to lay flowers.

To read more about Maud life head over here.

Today's post is part of Julie's Taphophile Tragics Page, head over there more great posts.

Conjola General Cemetery circa 1890

We have driven past this little cemetery many times and have always vowed to one day stop and wonder around. Finally we did. The first thing that took my eye were the daffodils sprouting up out of one grave, straight away I said to my husband that is what I want.

This sculpture was upon another...

A tear was shed on reading this, a young man who never returned from a drive. 

These new graves are of early 1900 burials to think someone cares enough to have at least 10 old graves refurbished is wonderful in my eyes.  

I was so glad we stopped in as it made more determined to have my Grandmothers life acknowledged with a monument of some sort in Stockton. 

This is my contribution to Julies Taphophile Tragics page.