Two Cemeteries: One Purpose

By Sheldon

“Enough of the Victoriana!” I decreed to Christina. I was growing increasingly aware that our writings for the blog were taking us to the grand, decaying remains of death celebration at its peak and largely ignoring the newer places of rest which had opened in successive years: places where a fair number of us will probably end up.

Following on from our visit to the Novo Cemetery, I was keen to see another faith cemetery and also venture to a corner of London we’d never been to. Again, realising that most of the places we’ve explored have been largely Christian, I was curious to investigate the attitude that Muslims have in regard to death, so using trusty old Google, Christina and I settled on venturing up to a place called Hainault, a place I still have trouble pronouncing (Hey-now? Han-ought? Hain-alt?) to see a literal ‘Garden of Peace’.

Gardens of Peace

After buying some Quavers in a nearby Costcutter and presuming the bus I’d got on passed nearby, a short walk took me to the entrance gate where Christina had been patiently waiting for twenty minutes. Opened in 2009 by Mohamed Omer, it was created with the vision of providing burial space for the Muslim Community over the next one hundred years. Five years after its original opening, it is already 70% full, which gives you some idea of the demand for burial here.

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The thing that struck us both like a thunderbolt was the severity of cleanliness, order and tidiness that was immediately obvious when you walked up the drive past the prayer rooms. The grounds are manicured to a fantastic degree: it’s almost as if each blade of grass knows it’s just not the done thing to grow out of line. Row upon row of ordered graves (people-long bumps covered in a sprawling moss-like plant) reminded me of the Commonwealth War Graves Cemeteries on the continent. Buried in shrouds as opposed to a coffin, all the people here are all equal in death, with the same marble slab revealing nothing more than their birthday, deathday and name. Quite the difference from the elaborate Mausoleums and tombs of which I’m accustomed to.

Gardens of Peace

We were a little bit confused where exactly we were in London, so as I fired up Google Maps, I let out a little yelp of surprise as I saw next door was another cemetery. Two for one I thought, better than any deal on the High Street. Quietly leaving the Gardens of Peace, we walked down the road next to open country to see a ‘newbie’ on the death scene.

Owned by a private company which manages similar spaces across the UK. The Westerleigh group opened Forest Park Cemetery and Crematorium in 2005, the first such cemetery to open of this type in London for nearly forty years: opening for much the same reason that the Gardens of Peace did – this part of London’s burial provision just wasn’t up to scratch and something needed to be done.

Forest Park

I felt as if I’d entered Lilliput. The headstones were about the third of the size I’m used to, presumably to highlight that cremated remains lay here. Trinkets adorned many a headstone, from the model Taxi, including ‘for hire’ sign, to the little circular flowerbed that contained rocks from all over the world.

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The fantastically ostentatious graves of the Italian families in the Catholic section dominate their neighbours. It was interesting to see that it was largely people who came from abroad had the more ‘Victorian’ type graves – huge marble slabs with burning candles, clearly faithfully attended by loved ones on a daily basis. It was a contrast to the cemetery that was more or less next door – here, individuality seemed to be a key point to the families of the souls resting here and this was channelled through a selection of multi-coloured crushed glass, windmills, pot plants and trinkets.

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Forest Park

The Autumnal sun was beginning to set and I had an engagement in the City, so Christina gave me a lift back to Hainault (Hey-now? Han-ought? Hain-alt?) Station. Dropping me off outside the station on a busy road presented me with an 80’s action-thriller style scenario, where I had to jump onto the pavement out of a moving vehicle. This minor brush with death rounded off a day which just goes to show that it’s not necessary to have a massive sculpture to signify a life once lived.

All images © Iris Jones Photography, 2014.

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About SheldonKGoodman

I'm Sheldon, a City of Westminster guide who has a love of all things Cemetery! Co-founding the Cemetery Club in May 2014, it's my ambition to challenge the perception of Cemeteries are mournful places but to champion them as museums of people and libraries of the dead. I also co-lead the official Pride in London tour and do guided walks for Open Garden Square Weekend.
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