City of the Dead

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The gates of New Orleans oldest cemetery
The gates of New Orlean’s oldest cemetery

 

I’m back from a fabulous road trip – crossing the USA from south to north along the Mississippi River – 1400 miles (or close to).

Over the next few weeks I want to share some of that with you …

There were a lot of literary references during the trip – and a lot of music as well…

It all started in one on my favourite places – a graveyard (no surprise there really).

Ever since reading Anne Rice’s Interview With A Vampire, I have wanted to visit the New Orleans Cities of the Dead – the cemeteries where the tombs are all above ground. (Note to self – must re-read the book now that I have been there.)

Like most people, I always thought the above ground tombs were because of the high water table in New Orleans – and the flooding of the graves. This is in part true – but the tombs also reflect some of the cultural heritage of the Creole people of Louisiana.

This tomb was being restored. Looking inside it I could see the damp soil. No vampires though.
This tomb was being restored. Looking inside it I could see the damp soil. No vampires though.

St. Louis Cemetery No. 1 is the oldest of the cemeteries – just a few blocks from the city centre in the French Quarter.

In the bright New Orleans sunshine, the glare from the white tombs was blinding – and the heat was ferocious.

Some of the tombs are in ruins – perhaps there are no more family members left – or maybe they moved away.
Some of the tombs are in ruins – perhaps there are no more family members left – or maybe they moved away.

 

I was a bit startled to realize the cemetery is still in use. I had thought it was just a historic site – but burials are still taking place in those family tombs.

Apparently the law says that a tomb must remain undisturbed for two years after the funeral. But any time after that, it can be re-used. They take the remains of the previous occupant and place them in a container at the back of the tomb and then destroy the coffin. This makes way for the next coffin. These tombs look small – but they may contain a dozen or more occupants.

I was fascinated by the design of the wrought iron rails and crosses – beautiful! And the rust only adds to the poignancy.
I was fascinated by the design of the wrought iron rails and crosses – beautiful! And the rust only adds to the poignancy.

 

This cemetery holds the tomb of Marie Laveau – who was considered the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans during the 1800s. (She makes an appearance in Neil Gaiman’s American Gods – another of my literary references for this trip). Voodoo is a fascinating mix of old religions and legends brought to the New World by African slaves and the Christianity that was imposed on them. Marie was supposed to be able to  create charms and magical powders guaranteed to cure ailments, grant desires or bring ill to your enemies.

 

These girls tossed coins onto the roof of the tomb as an offering - were they looking for a love potion, I wondered?
These girls tossed coins onto the roof of the tomb as an offering – were they looking for a love potion, I wondered?

Marie’s official grave is well marked, and attracts a lot of visitors – both locals and tourists – many of whom paint voodoo symbols or leave tokens there. However, popular legend says her body was removed from that grave and buried elsewhere in the cemetery, where she would not be disturbed.

A grave rumoured to be that of Marie - and the voodoo tokens left there.
A grave rumoured to be where Marie really lies – and the voodoo tokens left there.

 

Another popular tomb is definitely uninhabited – actor Nicolas Cage has purchased a pyramid tomb where he plans to be buried.

A shiny new tomb - looking appropriate for an actor who played a Ghost Rider and a magician.
A shiny new tomb – looking appropriate for an actor who played a Ghost Rider and a magician.

While walking through the rear of the cemetery – I noticed that a housing estate behind it was being torn down. It was a large estate – that must have been home to a lot of people. I stopped to ask one of the workmen if the estate had been flooded or damaged by Hurricane Katrina.

No he said – the apartments had been well built – and had survived the disaster. They were now being torn down to make way for fancy new condos and shopping centres. He sounded so infinitely sad as he said it, I had to wonder if he was one of the people who had seen their homes survive the worst Katrina could do – only to lose it to ‘progress’.

In many ways – that was much sadder that anything I saw in the cemetery.

The graves remain- but homes are lost.
The graves remain- but homes are lost.

 

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Comments

24 responses to “City of the Dead”

  1. Beverley Eikli avatar

    What a great trip down memory lane, Janet. Thank you!

    1. Janet avatar

      It was a highlight of New Orleans for me Beverley – really enjoyed it. J X

  2. Melanie Hudson avatar
    Melanie Hudson

    Fascinating. I’d never heard of it. Great blog, Janet. Xx

    1. Janet avatar

      Thanks Melanie. I love finding paces like this to share. J X

  3. Jenny Haddon avatar

    I sympathise with your interlocutor’s sadness, Janet. I hope the evicted were decently housed by the so-called developers.

    Great photos. Must say that vampires and voodoo are two of my least favourite themes in books. (And in life.) I always think how they must smell…

    1. Janet avatar

      LOL Jenny. I hadn’t thought of that. But I think 1800’s New Orleans probably had a certain… aura… all of its own anyway. J X

  4. Berni Stevens avatar

    Fantastic photographs, Janet. I love a nice Gothic cemetery! xx

    1. Janet avatar

      I knew you’d love it Berni.

  5. Kirsty avatar
    Kirsty

    Soooo jealous. I do love cemeteries, they are fascinating places.

    1. Janet avatar

      Aren’t they, Kirsty. I visited quite a few on my journey up the river. Wonderfully inspiring.

  6. Angela Britnell avatar

    Loved your guided cemetery tour – will have to go there next time we’re in New Orleans.

    1. Janet avatar

      It’s well worth a visit Angela.

  7. Kate Blackadder avatar

    Janet – the word(s) ‘road-trip’ thrills me! Daughter currently doing US east to west so very interested to read about your north to south.

    1. Janet avatar

      I love a road trip, Kate. Even a short one can be such fun. I’ll be blogging more about the road trip over the next few Sundays… I hope you’ll come back for more.

  8. Sue Moorcroft avatar

    Great post, Janet. I enjoyed my visit to St Louis Cemetery No 1. A fascinating place. I left an English penny for Marie and knocked three times on the tomb so that she’d be aware … 🙂 x

    1. Janet avatar

      I left her a coin too Sue – it never hurts to stay on the good side of a voodoo queen. 🙂

  9. Alison May avatar

    It looks incredible Janet. I’d love to visit one day.

    1. Janet avatar

      You would love it Alison – so very inspiring. I may yet write a ghost story….

  10. Clare Chase avatar

    Fascinating to read this post – great pictures too. Thanks for sharing!

    1. Janet avatar

      In amazes me how many writers find cemeteries interesting.. not at all spooky. I always hope I’ll hear a ghost speaking softly in my ear, telling me their story. 🙂

  11. Linda Chamberlain avatar

    Great post, Janet. What a trip! You don’t know what hot and steamy is until you’ve been to New Orleans but then I’ve never been to Oz…

    1. Janet avatar

      There is a lot of similarity in the weather Linda – parts of northern Australia are very hot and steamy – lacking in vampires, though. 🙂

  12. Natalie Kleinman avatar
    Natalie Kleinman

    I’ve always found graveyards very peaceful and wonderful places to be in times of stress, but I’ve never seen anything quite like the one you’re describing here, Janet. Does saying ‘great fun’ seem a little out of place? Thank you for sharing

    1. Janet avatar

      I don’t think ‘great fun’ is out of place Natalie. Funerals in New Orleans often involve jazz bands and dancing through the streets – a celebration of the person’s life. When I was in Hong Kong, there was one a day a year when families went to the cemeteries and held picnics to honour the ancestors. There were children laughing and playing. I don’t thing a cemetery should always be a place of sadness. Respect, yes. Sadness – no.