SteveNT
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Just going through some old photos and came across these.
I found these graves on a small shell grit island out in the manngroves off Chanell Island. There was a leprosaurium for Countrymen there during the early 1940s. WW2 was in full swing so no-one cared much about these mob. Some got a cross, some got a ring of beer bottles around the grave which the soldiers "looking after" them had in abundance.
I was taking students studying mangroves on a walk at low tide when we found them. The heritage people didn't know about them but haven't done anything to look after them anyway. A super high tide during Cyclone Carlos has lifted the bottles on the lower graves. The island is less than a meter above the high tide mark.
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It is a very melancholy place. When I'm in the area I go out, sit down and have a smoke and say g'day to those poor souls who died of an easily cured disease and were buried thousands of kms from their home country with no ceremony and no family. The only sound is the pop and creak of the mangroves. Very sad.
I found these graves on a small shell grit island out in the manngroves off Chanell Island. There was a leprosaurium for Countrymen there during the early 1940s. WW2 was in full swing so no-one cared much about these mob. Some got a cross, some got a ring of beer bottles around the grave which the soldiers "looking after" them had in abundance.
I was taking students studying mangroves on a walk at low tide when we found them. The heritage people didn't know about them but haven't done anything to look after them anyway. A super high tide during Cyclone Carlos has lifted the bottles on the lower graves. The island is less than a meter above the high tide mark.
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It is a very melancholy place. When I'm in the area I go out, sit down and have a smoke and say g'day to those poor souls who died of an easily cured disease and were buried thousands of kms from their home country with no ceremony and no family. The only sound is the pop and creak of the mangroves. Very sad.
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