Every parting gives a foretaste of death,
every reunion a hint of the resurrection.
~Arthur Schopenhauer
Today is a pretty good day to discuss themes of
death and resurrection. Most historians believe that many of the elements of today’s
religious observance of Easter are derived from earlier Pagan celebrations. Some
folks get pretty offended by statements like that but not me. Recently, it seems that we Americans have too
much intolerance for nearly everything. Easter, the most important Holy day, at
least in the Catholic calendar, celebrates the Christian teaching that Jesus rose
from the dead after hanging on the cross, a process that wouldn’t have offered
an instant death. This post isn’t going to be overly religious. It’s actually
about cemeteries. Yet, the themes juxtapose quite nicely.
Yesterday, I participated in a day of community
service at East End Cemetery. As one of four historic African American
cemeteries (Evergreen, East End Cemetery, Oakwood Colored Section, and Colored
Pauper’s Cemetery) in Richmond, it is the final resting place for many
prominent African-American Richmonders from the early 1900s. The cemetery has
faced numerous obstacles as a privately owned establishment. It has become
overgrown and a place where people come to dump their trash. For the day of
service, I volunteered to “restore the cemetery by cleaning trash and cutting
away plants and overgrowth.” That was the description. While I did help, I left
feeling both physically and mentally exhausted.
Until yesterday, Odd
Fellows Rest, a cemetery the size of a block in New Orleans, had the worst
conditions I’ve seen. East End Cemetery in Richmond, VA, with an estimated size
of about 15-16 acres, surpasses those conditions. In Odd Fellows Rest, you can
see monuments and markers deteriorating; in East End Cemetery you have to
remove the ivy (English and Poison Ivy) by hand to even find the gravestones.
John Shuck, the volunteer coordinator, has been
working on the project since around 2012 when the volunteers had previously
been working at Evergreen Cemetery, which is also overgrown and nearly 60 acres,
until there was some type of dispute with the owners and the volunteers.
I have seen numerous inquiries as well as complaints
about the state of the cemetery on social media. Shuck, who is somewhat soft-spoken
and incredibly humble, doesn’t seem to waste time talking about the why’s and
how’s and is more interested in restoring the place.
Yesterday, I watched a volunteer take a shovel and
dig up a marker so that he could level it; another volunteer walked around
collecting our bins of debris taking them back and forth to the large dumpster.
Others, like me, raked and pulled weeds
and ivy. It reminded me a bit of a moving meditation, connecting to both nature
and to the divine. Yesterday, Catholics reflected during Holy Saturday, the day
after Good Friday and before Easter. It’s considered a solemn day since it was
the day that Jesus’ body lay in the tomb waiting for the resurrection.
Yesterday, I raked ivy cutting it at its roots and dumping it into a bucket.
periwinkle is a classical landscaping plant for cemeteries
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Connie
from Hartwood Roses and I worked from around 9am to noon removing debris
and the ivy. I cleared about two plots. That’s right, just two plots. Our basic
instructions were to clear away all the plant life and leave the ground. Of
course, Connie resurrected a few that were clearly planted by someone. She’ll
plant them in her garden and when the cemetery is one day cleared and seeded
for grass, she’ll move them back to their previous spots.
Connie among the periwinkle that matches her hair |
For the majority of the time, I had a somewhat
intimate relationship with Mr. Manson who was interred somewhere beneath me. In
fact, for a good amount of the time I straddled depressions in the ground where
wooden coffins and their remains had collapsed into the earth now leaving holes.
You can see this in the picture of the workers.
look carefully to see the collapsed ground |
My body was exhausted from the labor and I couldn’t
help but wonder if this volunteer effort was some type of prayer for Shuck who
continues week after week when the place seems so hopeless. I also became
somewhat annoyed by the passiveness of church… sitting and waiting when instead
one could be out there actively doing.
At the end of the day, Shuck gave us a tour of the
grounds of East End Cemetery and Evergreen Cemetery. He noted what had been
done and what needed to be done; he noted the people who were buried there. He
noted the clean-up that had gone on a few years ago that nature has already
taken back. This is a continuous effort, a weekly removing of ivy and the
grounds while the weeds continue to grow.
Shuck reminds me of one of my
favorite trees, the Easter Redbud. They grow no taller than 30 feet and offer
gorgeous purple flowers in very early spring. I see them right at the point
when all hope is lost. The winter melancholy has slipped in and I cannot
imagine it will ever be warm again… then a Redbud enters the picture and my
spirit lifts whispering “resurrection.”
much of this area has already been cleared at one point... note the Redbud |
Working at the cemetery with you on Saturday was surreal. The experience reminds me of a favorite quote from Dr. Seuss's "The Cat in the Hat" ... "...'And this mess is so big And so deep and so tall, We cannot pick it up. There is no way at all!' John's effort and energy proves there IS a way.
ReplyDeleteLove that quote. Loved hanging with you too.
DeleteIt is very sad that people and the church have deserted the cemetery, or not caring for it. :( That's why it even more important that there are people like Shuck and you all volunteers who want to change the situation! ^^ I hope you had a happy Easter!
ReplyDeleteIndeed it is. We all need more good volunteers in this world.
DeleteGood work!
ReplyDeleteThanks :)
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