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I also need to say that I did not have any contact with any Heritage rose members while in Oregon.
The only cemetery that we visited that seemed to be tended by a Heritage rose group was Lake Oswega Pioneer Cemetery where there was a weldmesh boundary fence covered with old climbers and a number of the graves had been made into miniature gardens with roses, iris, aquilegia and other small plantings, and on one of the graves which was topped with stones was a nest made by a pair of Kildeer birds.
Following Salem we went
to Eugene Mulkey Cemetery which is looked after by Kay Holbo whose
house backs onto this cemetery. This cemetery has masses of bulbs, annual
wildflowers and of course old roses.
This hilltop cemetery is fairly open and the grass is mowed and the wildflowers left to self seed.
Here is another rose tree – a thornless white which I thought may be Madame Alfred Carriere.
And here again a dark red with china in the background.
And of course one of your most famous roses – Rosa harisonii – one of the Oregon Trail roses.
Not far from this cemetery we visited the Eugene Masonic Cemetery which was completely different.
Again located on the summit of a hill but this one had many very tall trees which shaded most of the areas in this cemetery. A Landscape Management Plan has been implemented here with many areas identified such as the wet, the meadow, the pioneer, the wild and the wilder zones.
Each is cared for in a different way. This is again a working cemetery with areas for ashes to be scattered, areas where the native plants such as Aquilegia and Liliums are allowed to self seed, areas that only get mowed after seeds have dispersed but other areas that are kept trimmed and burials are allowed.
Here you see David who is one of the caretakers with the 1890 HT Madame Caroline Testout in the foreground – the most commonly encountered old rose seen in Oregon as in the early 1900 thousands of this rose variety were planted in and around Portland.
A light pink oldie hiding in the long grass, a white HP– Frau Karl Druschki? Again enjoying the company of long grass, and this mid pink double arching its stems at the corner of this grave. They all looked so happy didn’t they in their wild situation.
This cemetery also has an old, very interesting mausoleum that is being repaired.
Apart from the cemeteries already mentioned in Oregon, also include Columban Cemetery in Portland, and Belle Passi Cemetery if you ever get to Oregon.
We only had a few days so we did not venture very far from Portland but I’m sure there would be many more examples of cemeteries with old plantings if you traveled further afield.
And now we come to New Jersey where I was met by Stephen and shown a few of the rose sights of his part of the country.
The highlight for me was visiting Easton Heights Cemetery which is a wonderful example of a garden cemetery developed in the late 1880’s and sympathetically cared for over the years. This is the cemetery where Reverend Douglas Seidel and the late Leonie Bell, both well known east coast Heritage roses members, have been involved.
All the roses were clearly labeled with their name.
This rose was labeled “Seven Sisters Major”. A very interesting rose with its colour hues and an interesting name.
Here we see Madame
Hardy an Alba from before 1844, Leda a damask from from 1831,
Madame Plantier a Hybrid Noisette from 1835and this unnamed dark
pink HP.
Stunning roses framing and softening the hard lines of a cemetery. This cemetery had a real park like atmosphere with the mature oaks, maples, cornus, rhododendrons, and the magnificant paeonies, hostas and old roses.
Here we also saw an area away from the main cemetery where a sample of each of the mother roses had been planted. I feel this was done as an insurance policy against the loss of the mother plant.
And now we head further east. I did not visit any cemeteries in Italy so I can not show you any examples there – you can not see much from a fast train. I did try to capture a glimpse of any I did see in Italy, France and Germany as we hurtled past – sometimes successfully but more often a blur.
While in south west France I stayed with Nigel Service who is an authority on forms of Iris germanica.
Nigel picked me up from the Souillac railway station and over 3 days Nigel drove me to 13 cemeteries – not bad for an iris lover. All cemeteries were enclosed with stone walls and a number had roses but often it was hard to tell their ages. All cemeteries were well kept with evidence of sprays used to control the grass near the bases of graves.
Here we see in Rignac Cemetery a soft pink double moss with a button eye.
While this next cemetery did not have roses its position was remarkable. Gluges is on a hillside over looking a large river plain. The church is built into the cliff and the graves are on a small area of level ground between the cliff and the town.
There is a notice on the Church door which says that Piaf had a relationship with the priest here.
At Creysse Cemetery you can see the telltale sign of weed killer but this was a lovely old double alba – and a close up.
On the other side of the usual stone wall surrounding the cemetery there were walnut groves.
Property owners are given incentives to plant walnut trees. Geese are another farming pursuit in this part of France.
Here is a view over Cazoules on the left and Le Roc on the right – this was similar to the view from Gluges.
This is Le Roc Cemetery showing Nigel looking at some old iris and you can see again the use of herbicide. At least the grass or in some places thyme, the herb, had been left to naturalise and create a green cover.
Souillac is famous for this Abbey which is 800 years old. To the left but out of the picture is the building where the monks live.
In the Souilliac Cemetery one of the roses seen was this lovely cupped rambler and a close-up. There were about a dozen roses in this cemetery.
You can see in this cemetery in Julien-de-Lampon that this Old Monthly/ Parsons Pink was pretty spindly and needed a good clean up to remove masses of dead wood. There was one other rose in this particular cemetery.
Carlux Cemetery and on the Champeau grave one of the many different wichurana ramblers that you come across in Europe. And a close-up. I was struck by the great number of different wichurana and multiflora ramblers that I saw on my travels in Europe. They are so popular over there. In Australia we don’t seem to grow very many at all.
Now I have taken leave of Nigel, caught the fast train to Orleans but was given the wrong advice and had hopped off the train a station earlier and had to get back on the train and continue on to Orleans. When you travel alone with too much luggage you realise that many of the European stations only have stairs, and some of those stairs were so steep and seemed so many.
Pithiviers is south of Paris and here I saw Andre Eve’s Nursery and he showed me his home garden but we are talking cemeteries. With a few hours to spare before the bus back to Orleans was due to leave I found the cemetery and went for a wander. There were only a couple of new roses, an older looking variety with green hips setting and this yellow climber. This cemetery was again walled and had gravel between all the graves but it did have a lovely tree lined avenue leading up to it.
Arriving in Paris which I loved and felt completely safe by myself in, I experienced the underground system for the first time when I plotted my way to Le Pere Lachaise cemetery. Here I had only print film in the camera so I have not any slides to show you but I have a few of the prints of the most remarkable graves that I saw with me if you would like to see them. This cemetery is enormous and I did not see as much as I would have liked of it but I did find Piaf’s grave and saw where James Taylor is buried. There were a few older looking roses on graves tucked away but most of the graves did not lend their hand to having roses growing on them. If you are ever lucky enough to visit Pere Lachaise buy a map of the cemetery which shows the sites of significant graves before you enter the cemetery – so much easier than looking at a notice board and trying to remember the directions. Here I experienced the hole in the ground loos for the first time and I suggest they check their flushing system as I was splashed when I flushed it – maybe there is a secret to doing it right – possibly getting right out of the way before pulling the chain.
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While in Ireland I
stayed with a local friend’s mother whose garden at Bray I will show you
tomorrow but I did get to see the Glasnevin Cemetery as I had found
a B&B which happened to be close to this cemetery for the final night I
was in Ireland before catching an early flight the next morning. In dull
drizzling rain at 4.30pm I ventured to this cemetery which backs onto the
Glasnevin Botanic Garden which I had visited the day before.
This is the front fence of this cemetery and the other fences were 10ft stone walls without a foothold. The double entrance gates were padlocked but the small side gate was open but it had the stoutest chain and lock draped around ready to be used. I did not see any notice board which may have listed the times of opening, so with trepidation, in the gathering evening gloom, that I might get locked in there for the night with little hope of scaling walls or fences I ventured hastily forth to search the cemetery for roses.
There were quite a
number of roses which appeared to have been there for many years.
This rose which wasn’t far from the entrance was on a grave on which the marker said “ In memory of the Redmond family”. Seems to have china or tea in its background as seen in this close-up.
These two roses were on an unmarked grave and here are close-ups of the flowers.
This was about the time that I happened to look up and see a group of girls standing at a grave close by. It gave me a hell of a fright as I hadn’t heard their approach. I did not see them leave as I hastened on – through one of the darkest gloomiest areas shaded by old gnarled trees.
As the rear grey stonewall and corner turreted tower came into sight I decided I had ventured far enough into the back reaches of the cemetery, plus the dread of being locked in was mounting, I set forth to find the entrance again.
Here is another of the old roses on the grave of Mary Gilligan and a close-up of the balling blooms.
By this time it was drizzling harder and it was getting darker. With most profound relief I found the entrance gate and saw that it was still open.
Later that evening I heard from the B&B owner that a girl had come to grief in the cemetery sometime in the past.
On the last day I had in England I drove back alone from visiting Peter Beales nursery.
I wanted to visit Brookwood Cemetery on which Rookwood Cemetery in Sydney is styled. It wasn’t far from Heathrow so after plotting my way using postit paper slips I first came upon the Commonwealth War Graves part of Brookwood. Here there is a high wire fence surrounding the cemetery to keep out deer and rabbits. The entrance gates needs to be opened and closed as you drive in and out.
This cemetery is immaculately kept with plantings between the crosses in rows as you can see on the left of the photo. Over the fence to the rear you could see the old Brookwood Cemetery but to get there you have to retrace your steps and drive around to another entrance.
This shows the overall feel of this cemetery.
Surrounded by high stone walls and occupying each side of a main road you could drive through at leisure on some roads which were sealed - but most roads were unsealed. There is a railway station nearby in case you ever visit and have not hired a car.
This statue of a young girl with a rose was one of the only sorts of roses that you can find here. There were a few graves which were fenced and covered with chicken wire to deter animals.
I had two weeks at Europa Rosarium in Sangerhausen in Germany and I searched out their cemetery or Friedhof as it is known in German.
Here was a cemetery with mature trees lining the centre avenue but the graves were remarkable in that they were all so well tended. There were taps at intervals and watering cans supplied so that each of the graves which had been made into a miniature garden could be watered. There was evidence that people would rake graves, would visit regularly and pride was taken in the state of the cemetery.
The only two roses which I felt may have been there a long time were this Centifolia and this semi double dark pink which covered an old grave.
And so if you visit a cemetery, and I did see a few of the Texas cemeteries while I was here last time, and see roses which are surviving please give them a bit of a hand by removing deadwood and maybe a sprinkling of fertilizer. You could also approach the cemetery caretakers and gently point out that the roses are horticultural and heritage treasures which are tangible links to our past and as such should be preserved for the enjoyment of future generations. Or one day the only roses which you may find in a cemetery is a carved rose on a monument or this “souvenir” – while they are very beautiful they will never replace a living rose which has been planted with love on the grave of a family member.
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This text is taken from a conference Pat Toolan gave in U.S.A. |
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Text and photos © Pat Toolan
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