|The Sunken Graves Of The Cradock Cemetery|
If you ever come to Cradock, the old town in the heart of the great South African Karoo take a walk over the old cemetery outside of town. Walk into the past. And you will treasure life.
|The Cradock Cemetery|
There you find the graves of the ones, who came to foreign lands to live a better life. Today their are called the settlers. Back then they were only people who brought their memories of their own countries to the African soil.
Africa became their home for a while. Some never saw their own country again. The Cradock Cemetery is their home now for eternity. But their last resting places are sunken into the white thorny ground. Is that how it is supposed to be?
|A witness to the past of the ones who came to live a better life - Cradock cemetery|
The Cradock Cemetary, nested close to the silent Karoo mountains, holds their memories under bleached tombstones that have to bear the bright, hot and white Karoo sun for hundreds of years.
|Protection, that is not needed anymore|
Once there was protection, now there is none. It is just the mountains, the sun and the graves.
|A sunken grave on the Cradock Cemetery|
Life was short. The stones are witnesses of real short lives.
|The Last Resting Place of A Child Under A Bright African Sun|
Africa treated them all the same. And it gave no pardon to the young and very young ones.
|A distant memory of a loved one on the Cradock Cemetery|
Settler hearts must have been broken in a million pieces, when the children were buried. Angels and doves are watching over them still today.
|At the young age of two years and eight months- no pardon from the Karoo Heartland for the young ones|
|" Our Darling" came to rest under a bright Karoo Sun on the Cradock Cemetery|
The graves are sunken in and few of them are remembered. And it seems as if none of them are visited.
|This stone remembers no one - Cradock Cemetery|
The light is so very bright and and the stone can not tell us anymore who it was it protects.
|In loving memory of 38 years of life|
|Just Mother and Father - Cradock Cemetery|
|Fences and some dead flowers on the Cradock cemetery|
|Hardly keeping together anymore|
The ground shifts, has its own force. It is time to move the things. that have been static for so long.
|A bouquet of flowers chiseled into stone to remember a ten year and seven months old child|
|Siblings Rest Together on the Cradock Cemetery|
|Husband And Wife - Cradock Cemetery|
Died in 1900 and 1917!
|A headless angel still praying over an 4 month old infants grave|
|Once My Home Was Switzerland|
|More than one story to tell- the Cradock Cemetery|
The picture can tell you their stories better than I can do!
|A Walk in Silence|