Quiet Day at Cornelian Bay
|The Lord vault, largest in the cemetery, designed by Henry Hunter, colonial architect|
Get ready for some cliches.The views are to die for. The location would make a real estate agent drool and the neighbours are very, very quiet. I am at Hobart's main cemetery set on a little promontory overlooking the water, just a bay or two from the CBD. Begun in 1872, on what was formerly the government farm, it is the final resting place of some 100,000 souls, including some relocated from inner city cemeteries when these became overcrowded and a health hazard.
The blacksmith's shop- last relic from Cornelian Bay's days as the government farm.
It still works too- Jews and Gentiles, Croats and Serbs, Russians and Americans, Greeks, Italians, Germans, Frenchmen, Poles, Yugoslavs, Lithuanians, the occasional Chinese and of course the Irish, the English and the Scots and that’s without even trying. The Cornelian Bay Cemetery has to be one of the most multicultural places on earth, much of it long before it became a buzzword. I had no idea that we had such a large Russian population, dead or alive, or that there were enough Jewish emigres even among the convicts, to merit their own Chapel and Temple.
The double cross of the Russian Orthodox Church features prominently
|The owner of this little marker was from Rio de Janiero|
|The French Memorial dedicated to those who perished on L'Astrolabe and La Zellee, in 1839 and 1840|
|The Jewish Section with the Receiving House also designed by Henry Hunter, in the background|
|This remarkable little synagogue in Hobart was built in 1845, by Ike Solomon a former convict who occupies the large vault on the right in the photo above (I only discovered this building last week!)|
Millington's who now manage this and other cemeteries, have kindly sent me a map pointing out some of the more important structures and monuments. It reads like a who's who of early Hobart - the people who have lent their names to our streets and buildings and are remembered in our stories.
Here for instance, lies our old friend, Martin Cash the bushranger – undoubtedly among the few in his profession to have died of old age. Here is the French memorial for those who perished at sea, there is the grave of The Blundstone family who arrived in Hobart in 1870 to begin their internationally renown footwear enterprise.
|This headstone reads," Erected to the memory of that brave but unfortunate Irishman, Martin Cash who died 26/8/1878, aged 67, R.I.P."|
Up the hill in the Anglican section is that of (Sir) Henry Jones "the Knight of the Jam Tin" whose jam factory also became an international brand and lives on as the Henry Jones Art Hotel, one of the best addresses in town. A little further on lies Peter De Graves, ship builder, engineer, sawmiller and occasional inmate of debtor's prison who began the Cascade Brewery, still the oldest in Australia, in 1832. He was also instrumental in establishing Hobart's fabulous Theatre Royal, also the oldest in Australia. Then there are the big landholders, such as the Ashbolts, the Lords, Fosters and Camerons.
|Sir Henry Jones "Knight of the Jam Tin"|
|The Lords may have the biggest vault, but at 60 ft. the Camerons have the tallest monument|
David Lord became a foundation member of the Van Dieman's Land Bank, although his father had come to Australia as a convict. (Sir) Alfred Henry Ashbolt started out as an accountant but on becoming a junior partner in Henry Jones' Cooperative Ltd. rose to become a company director, a ship owner, shipping agent, a timber merchant and a tin mine owner and was appointed Tasmania's agent -general in London. Though not mentioned on his tombstone his interest in dirigibles is noted. Not a poverty -stricken immigrant to start with, John Foster became one of the richest men in Tasmania through his land dealings, as a ship owner and merchant, hotelier, Legislative Councillor and company director of many companies including the Hobart Gas Company, railways, several insurance companies and coal mines.
|John Foster's family vault|
Then there are the shopkeepers like Robert Mather, who started a small drapery business in Liverpool Street in 1882 where Mather’s Lane and Arcade now stand and went on to build a long lived empire. Likewise Charles Davis, a former convict who started a tin smithing company in 1842 and later expanded into hardware, ironmongering, hotels and motels, and became the fourth largest retailer in Australia. Joseph Bidencope should be here somewhere too, but I haven't found him yet.
|Front Cover of a Mather's Catalogue which hangs in charming Mather's Arcade which has lots of little shops, particularly jewellers and cafes|
John Davies, another former convict, began the Mercury newspaper in 1854, still one of the longest running newspapers in the country. He also had a chequered career as an actor, hotel proprietor, police officer, politician and as proprietor of the aforementioned Theatre Royal, from 1854 - 1872.
A little further on lies John Hadley of Hadley's Hotel, which enjoyed royal patronage and was popular with Antarctic explorers, Mawson and Amundsen, as well as that other famous Tasmanian son, Errol Flynn. Built in 1834, it was previously run by John Webb, a pardoned convict who is also buried here. Webb added an icerink and a ballroom. When Hadley bought it after Webb's death in 1891, he was among the first to install electric light in every room, telephones and an electric lift. It too remains one of the more exclusive establishments in Hobart along with the Lenna in Battery Point, former home of shipwright Alexander McGregor who is also buried here.
|Still grand. Hadley's Hotel on the corner of Murray and Macquarie Streets|
The elaborate grave of George Adams, which includes a lifesize bust reflects the esteem in which the public and most likely the state held him as founder of Tattsersalls Lottery and all -round philanthropist. He also started his Australian career with very little but after making a fortune from hotels and lotteries in Sydney, had interests in coal, electricity plants in Broken Hill, Newcastle and Sydney and owned the Palace Theatre there. When legislation was introduced to make gambling illegal, he moved first to Queensland and then to Tasmania. Although both states eventually outlawed most forms of gambling, the Tasmanian Government of the day granted George Adams an exemption. I'm sure it had absolutely nothing to do with his leaving a proportion of the proceeds of every lottery to two members of parliament in his will.
|"The Man in the Hat" George Adams who founded Tattersalls Lottery is fondly remembered|
I could go on and on. Every grave tells a story, even those simple markers that only carry dates and a hand-lettered name. There are tales of adventures and enterprise, of fortunes made and lost, the thrill of forging a nation at the height of the industrial revolution. Evident also are the trials of early settlers including the perilous journey across the sea and the high infant mortality rates from which even the wealthy were not spared. The rows of tiny graves in the children's section send a chill.
|Part of the children's section|
|Modest but not forgotten|
|Greek graves are amongst the most elaborate|
|Have a seat. Was this the grave of the Gypsy King, Tanas Stirio?|
Another very striking much too recent grave is that of young Cain Lorkin, aged 22, who was by all accounts a motorcycle rider and much missed by both his family and his peers. The headstone bears a poem and a huge sculpture of an eagle as well as several lovely plaques.
A little humour may not lessen death’s sting but it does make it less solemn. A spokesperson for Millington's says that a lot of the formality has gone out of funerals, also that cremation is becoming much more popular with around 60% of families preferring it to burials. Not a bad idea as the world becomes a more crowded place, though, while rose gardens are nice and much more sensible, they don't quite have impact of those enormous memorials. I also like the the little spot dedicated to those those "Whose ashes are scattered elsewhere" since it also gives people a quiet spot to sit and reflect. You could do worse than spend a little time with the departed. Me? Next time perhaps. Right now I have some business with the living, but it has been a fascinating journey.One says ”Save a few seats in the bar upstairs and keep the beers cold mate, cause we will meet again and have a few together.”
|Little sanctuary dedicated to those whose ashes have been scattered elsewhere|