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if you would all like to cry a little more today, but also have a reminder that people have always been people, and we connect to those who came before us even if we did not know them

in glasgow necropolis, there is a gravestone. it is very small and unassuming. in fact, it's very easy to overlook because if you walked past it it would not even come up to your knees and it peeks out of the surrounding foliage

there is no date of birth, nor date of death.

it is the grave of a child. her name was "Wee Bessie" Wilson. she lived, and then died aged just 2 1/2, sometime in the victorian era (from the age of the stone, and the fact the necropolis is largely a victorian burial ground)

nobody knows who she was, anymore. but 150-200 years later people leave flowers, toys, brightly coloured pinwheels, teddy bears, or seashells on it as they pass

bessie is gone. everybody who knew bessie is gone. the people who knew the people who knew bessie are gone. but she was 2 1/2 years old and goddamnit she's going to have a brightly coloured pinwheel or a teddybear or a pretty seashell

waitforiiiit

It's important to me to point out that Wee Bessie didn't have "accomplishments". She didn't have a degree, or a particular job title, or a salary. She wasn't a homeowner or a parent. Her life was not impactful because it was goal-oriented, it was impactful because it happened. Her legacy is in her existence, not in a checklist, and your life is valuable regardless of what you achieve or what you leave behind.

from the size of the stone, her parents were not wealthy. but they loved her enough in her short life to give her what they could. to make sure she was remembered.

and after all this time, strangers still honour that by making sure a toddler has a toy.

thesaltofcarthage

between this and King Tut’s ducks I see we are having a Weep Over Children Day on tumblr

as the op of both posts i did that on purpose and i will not apologise

thesaltofcarthage

nor should you apologize; it’s good for us to recognize our humanity.

thebibliosphere

Things I was not expecting to be reminded of today, Wee Bessie. It’s nice to know people are still leaving things. I used to love going for walks through the Necropolis and seeing flowers on the old graves was always nice.

pokeasleepingsmaug

And now I'm sobbing into my 2 1/2 year old son's hair, hoping that if that was him, people would still leave him toys hundreds of years later.

i posted about wee bessie because i live maybe half a mile from the necropolis. i'll say hello to her for you

imtoooldforthissite-deactivated

i have to go out to the supermarket soon for medication. the necropolis is not much further away than that.

would anybody like to say hello to bessie today?

I WILL LIKE TO SAY HELLO but I'm in California so it must be in spirit

just tell her Bo says hi

I will tell her you say hello

As promised, I went up to say hello to Wee Bessie today.

Because the universe has a sense of humour, the sky unleashed what can only be described as a biblical rainstorm as soon as I left the shop

I told her you said hello, @dykeopathic, all the way from California which is a place she never knew - may never have known - but is very far away

I told her thousands of people around the world say hello, and I told her about @thebibliosphere who used to stop by but moved far away and can't visit her anymore.

And I left her a little toy whale I crocheted some time ago, a seashell I collected the last time I went to Aberdeen beach with @blarghala, and a bouquet of baby's breath

Because the universe has a sense of humour, as soon as I turned to leave it stopped raining completely.

[ID: a small grave stone in the shape of a celtic cross, which flares out toward the bottom, atop a plinth. the stone is a dark greyish-brown and is weathered and stained with moss and water marks. behind the grave is a large bush, ivy, and ferns that now partially obscure it.

the inscription is worn, but still readable. on the cross itself is inscribed (double slashes denote line breaks) "IN // MEMORY OF // WEE BESSIE". at the flared base of the cross are the words "AGED // 2 1/2 YEARS" followed by a horizontal line and then "W. WILSON". to either side, at ground level, are bright pink flowers. the ones on the right are obscured by foliage. to the left, stuck into the bush, is a large pinwheel in bright colours. the pinwheel is almost as large as the circular part of the celtic cross. to the right, similarly placed, is a bouquet of white baby's breath flowers in a cellophane wrap.

atop the plinth there are several copper coins and a piece of white quartz. on the ground in front of the stone there is a small collection of items: a crocheted whale which is bright yellow on top and white underneath with black plastic eyes, a rock painted pale yellow with brightly coloured polka dots, and a white seashell. just behind them is a foam llama on a stick, stuck into the ground. the llama is white and has blue, pink, and yellow decorative elements that are now faded]

naamahdarling

There's a grave of a 2 or 3 DAY old child in the very back of the Eureka Springs cemetery and it is covered with toys and decorations. Some are for a tiny baby, but others are for a toddler. Toys the baby would have to grow into, but never will...but it still isn't fair that they wouldn't get to have one even if they can't use it.

A few feet away facing it is the grave of a teenage boy, also laden with offerings, though to a lesser extent. There's a He-Man Battle Cat toy on his, and a Red Hot Chili Peppers tape. A pocket knife. Coins.

We wanted to see the cemetery on our first visit together because it's lovely, but we go back for Them.

We leave something on both graves whenever we do, because they were people and we are people.

Maybe...maybe it IS just their families and friends leaving these things after all this time. But WE are strangers, and we still ask "What do we bring the baby? What do we leave for the boy?"

We have a really cool knife for the teenager next time, and candy for the baby.

#cemetery #death #spirit work #ancestry #children death #child death #graveyard #offerings

My paternal grandpa’s brother, my great uncle, is buried in a potter’s field at a cemetery where many other little ones forever rest.

As an adult, I finally went to visit him, my great uncle who no one would speak of. With map in hand, I found an estimate of where he may be buried, I fell to my knees, knowing I was surrounded by children who never had the chance to know life, and spoke softly to my great uncle while my tears fell where a headstone should have been placed. My great uncle’s grave is marked by my tears.

I have another story for you.

I grew up within walking distance of a cemetery where I spent countless hours over the course of about a decade to sit in the quiet, to write poetry, and to visit someone that I never met in life.

Charley B. Stevens was sixteen years old when he died in the late 1800s. He was the son of local preacher. I first found him when I was fourteen years old. I’d sit at his grave and talk to him or sit with him while I wrote my poetry, eventually considering him a friend. I would buy two hot chocolates, one for me and one as a libation for Charley.

Charley had a epitaph that my curiosity could not ignore. “One noble life sacrificed through the persecution of an ignorant community.” Library archives revealed that Charley was deathly sick, but the town was too afraid of getting sick to come near him to deliver the medicine that could save his life. And so this child died.

Whenever I’m in town I visit him. Sometimes it feels strange to be older than him, but that doesn’t stop me from visiting for sharing some hot chocolate with my childhood friend Charley.

heartmindalignedspirit

Nuestra antigua alumna del Curso Profesional Ana Martínez y Mario Ville nos muestran en esta nueva editorial para NEO2 su personal y contemp

✨These are going to make some Hellenics mad but the visuals are stunning🤩

ask-manda-of-the-6

List from top to bottom:

- Zeus - Hera - Poseidon - Aphrodite - Apollo - Ares - Hefesto - Dionysus - Artemis - Hermes

Additions to the group (I assume from the image limit):

Athena

Demeter

Eris

Eros

Hades

Hestia

Nike

Pan

Persephone

Themis

These. Are. Stunning.

lewd-plants

New goddess idea: She’s an earth goddess of the new age who’s domain is spinning and weaving, but specifically spinning and weaving gigantic structural steel cables for construction and other industrial purposes. Her skin is steel grey and hard to the touch and her hair is like long dredlocks of woven steel. She laughs at shitty architecture deigns that will fall apart if actually built and protects well-made bridges and buildings she likes. She might warn you of unforseen danger if you always wear your proper PPE.

Okay now what do I name her

O’sha.

Obviously

lewd-plants

THAT’S PERFECT

I AM ALWAYS HERE FOR QUALITY WORKPLACE SAFETY REGULATION PUNS

fishmalazahn

That’s my goddess. 👍🏻

May O’sha bless you with earplugs that are comfortable and respirators that fit perfectly.

lewd-plants

And good steel. Always good steel.

May your steel deliveries be always on time and your rebar strong

skiptomy

I’m just gonna…. put this here…..

hope you don’t mind

skyfire85

You know how you occassionally find a nugget of gold on this hellsite? Found one.

May the blessings of O'sha give you both strength and flexibility.