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I knew that there were many activities and projects that I wanted to do when I retired. Spending time in a cemetery did not figure on my list at all. As it turns out, these visits are a highlight of my week and have both soothed and enriched my soul.
I am a volunteer with the Ontario Genealogical Society, Essex Branch in Windsor, Ont. We meet weekly (weather permitting) at Windsor Grove Cemetery. Windsor Grove is 157 years old and home to many famous and even infamous individuals, including Gordon McGregor, owner of Walkerville Wagon Works, who worked out a deal with Henry Ford to establish Ford Motor Co. in Canada, union activist Charlie Brooks and Frederick Seagrave, who invented firefighting apparatus. It’s also the final resting place for Harry Low, Windsor’s notorious rumrunner during Prohibition.
Birding in Guatemala taught me to stay present – no matter where in the world I am
Sometimes we work in pairs, especially when probing and digging, but often it is just me alone at a grave every Thursday morning. It’s peaceful, no one argues with me or annoys me. I have conversations with the dead.
My volunteer colleagues are pleasant and share the same interest in local history and genealogy. In the words of one volunteer: “It’s time to get out Genealogy-chi on.” In Chinese culture, chi is the energy of the universe. It flows through all living beings and connects us energetically, physically, emotionally and spiritually. I thought it was a perfect analogy for what we do.
The most exciting part of this work for volunteers is finding or identifying information on markers that would otherwise be lost. Charlotte was no more than 22 when she died in the 20th century. I wonder what killed her. Consumption? The flu? Or childbirth, perhaps?
My interest in cemeteries is taking me to Guatemala in November to attend the Barriletes Gigantes, or Giant Kite Festival, which honours the dead in the town of Sumpango. Locals create and fly giant kites made from paper, cloth patches and bamboo frames. These kites, which can be up to 20 metres in diameter, are flown as part of the Day of the Dead celebrations in a graveyard. The event is a visual spectacle, but also a deeply spiritual and communal experience, with people gathering to remember and to celebrate their loved ones. Markers and graves are cleaned and adorned, and families enjoy picnics on or near their ancestors’ final resting place. As I prepare for the trip, I wonder – why don’t we have annual celebrations in our cemeteries and graveyards? Why are so many North Americans afraid of them?
There are more than 20,000 souls in Windsor Grove Cemetery. My soul is happy to join them once a week. Maybe one day the volunteers will throw a party there.
Gisele Seguin lives in Windsor.
