I have always loved writing, and now that I am retired I thought I would be able to find time to write, but it seems that I still manage to fill my days with activities. I have however found that while I travel, I enjoy writing about some of the interesting things we do. I hope you enjoy reading of our adventures as much as I like writing about them.
Monday, October 5, 2015
Visiting the Dead
Walking up to the top
Arriving in Glasgow we decided to take a
city tour to give us a better idea of what to see and do during our days here.
We quickly had doubts about the tour operating today however, because the city
was filled with runners. No one told us about the “Great Scottish Run”, and
many areas and roads were blocked for this event. Sure enough, finding the tour
office we discovered that indeed there would be no tours today. Another “Go to
Plan B” day.
The Tallest . .richest?
Instead we decided to walk to the “Old
Section” of Glasgow and visit the Cathedral and the Necropolis. It was a bit of
a walk but after all we had a day to waste.
I have visited the “Cities of the Dead” in
New Orleans, and the “City of the Dead” in Cairo, so the Necropolis sounded
interesting. It is a cemetery built on the top of a prominent hill. Built in
1832 to solve a serious overcrowding problem in church graveyards, the Glasgow
Necropolis was built as a business and a for-profit burial ground. Over 50,000
people are buried here but most have no markers. There are however over 3500
stones and monuments.
The hill is behind the cathedral and is
accessible via a raised walkway crossing a road to a very ornate entrance. From
there pathways in a garden-like setting wind up the hill to the top and
gravestones and markers line the pathways.
Cast Iron . . Really?
Now, Glasgow was an industrial city with
many self-made merchants, who wanted to be well known, and so the more
important you thought your family was, the bigger the family plot and monument
was. As you walk up the hill, you notice that the bigger grander monuments sit
proudly at the crest of the hill, with the tallest and grandest for a man named
John Knox, who was actually buried here in 1825, before the Necropolis was
built. Most of the old monuments still stand proudly but it is kind of sad to
see some fallen over and neglected. And there was one who ordered his memorial
to be made of cast iron; I guess he had not heard of rust . . .
Fallen & neglected
There were lots of common names such as
Miller and Brown all over the Necropolis, and I was surprised at how few “Mac .
. .” and “Mc . . .” there were, although I did find one “Hill”, but it was on
the way up, not at the top.