Halloween in Cork.

We went for a walk around St. Finbarr’s Cemetery. Husband gave me the tour of his ‘options’, by which he means burial plots belonging to both his mother’s and his father’s families. As a blow-in to Cork, I have no ‘options’ here although Husband was kind enough to inform me that he is sure his great-uncles will have no insurmountable objections to my joining them in their final resting place.

This graveyard is ‘closed’, in the sense that there will be no new plots opened so the great and the good of Cork are completely dependent upon their ancestors. In real estate terms, you might call it prestigious, if bijou, accommodation  in a quiet neighbourhood. Well, hopefully it’s quiet. It is Halloween after all.img_2277-2

I keep thinking back on Chris Cleave‘s idea of a novel being like a hole that the writer fills with people, with their story (he wrote to me, by the way, Chris Cleave wrote to  me!).

This place is jam-packed with stories. You only get to know the names of the main characters and a few key facts  and you have to imagine the rest. It’s a bit like judging a book by its cover.St. Finbarr's Cemetery, Cork.

There are a few famous names in here. A couple of the inhabitants even have streets named after them and we learned their stories at school. And then, there are stories we heard on the radio and stopped dead in our tracks. img_2283

You can’t help thinking, what one line would sum up the story of my life? I’ve no idea. A good life, after all, might not be the same thing as a good story. img_2292-2Poor Agnes.

img_2286-2Inexpressible grief. Dr. Hobart managed to get his own name carved twice on the same stone.

img_2288-2Erected by Ebenezer Ferns, in sorrowful remembrance of his five beloved children, 1870.

img_2282-2God’s Finger touched her and she slept. 1870.

img_2279A broken pillar, I didn’t know this, indicates a family name that has died out. Our son carries the name of his great-granduncles who never married. Hopefully they will appreciate that when I arrive on their doorstep with my luggage.

It comes to us all.img_2274-2

Back on the home front, we are all set for tonight. We are fully stocked up on crappy sweets and sacrificial pumpkins. I got the Mrs Weasley jumper finished but it still drying beside a radiator. I made two gorgeous, if I say so myself, cloaks for the younger girls.img_2134

I always manage to get something wrong. This time I sewed the black fabric wrong side out so this one is slightly duller than it should be. Ah, it’s grand. Small girl Halloween costume.

I have, in previous years, been a bit of a control freak about the pumpkin carving but this year I gave the kids free rein.  I gave them each a small pumpkin and left the house.Shrek Carved pumpkin for Halloween.Ogres have layers…

Small halloween carved pumkins…and pumpkins have personalities.

We all agreed that the big pumpkin should be handed over to Teenage Daughter. No pressure or anything 🙂

ALways. Professor Snape Carved pumpkin for Halloween.

Oíche Shamhna faoi mhaise dhaoibh.
Happy Halloween.

16 thoughts on “Halloween in Cork.

  1. He wrote to you! I’m delighted and not at all surprised …. that was the most compelling of reviews (I pick up my copy from the library this morning). Your tour of the cemetery is also compelling. I’m a blow-in here but when I used that expression to someone who claims Irish heritage they looked only alarmed …. I can only imagine they thought I meant I’d blown off 💨 x

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      1. I’ve finished it …. husband is now reading it and making tenuous excuses to stay on the sofa with book rather than help me in the garden – you could say I shot myself in the foot!! 😂

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  2. Cork, eh? I’ve not long got back from castle haven, which is my most favourite place on Earth. My husband’s grand father has ‘man of the trees’ on his gravestone. I have always loved the simple evocativeness (word?) of that.

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  3. I love old cemeteries. I used to live close to one when my two oldest were little and take them for walks through it. It was so peaceful and I loved reading the gravestones. Those pumpkins are amazing, by the way.

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  4. Love this post…..I have told my children to scatter my ashes in the Pacific ocean so I will forever be rocked in the motion of the waves…..however I truly believe my spirit will be here watching over my children for years to come, that is when its my turn to go…LOL love the pumpkins, capes and sweater…..we had a very quiet All Hallows Eve….and filled up on all the candy…LOL good job leaving the house and letting the kids have there say over there pumpkins…and they did a great job!!

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