Yesterday I paid another visit to my grandmother. She was in wonderfully high spirits – I love visits like that. My mother was able to come along with me.
After we took grandma down to the nursing home cafeteria for her lunch, we travelled over to a tea room in downtown Dundas. Mom had planned to meet a friend of hers there. After a few cups of Earl Grey, I excused myself. I wandered over to Dundas Driving Park – I used to play there as a little kid when we lived at grandma’s place. A small bluff separates the park from Grove Cemetery; so I set out to find my grandfather’s final resting place.
It has been about 30 years since I visited here. Yet my memory did not fail me and I quickly found his plot. My heart sank a little when I saw how unkempt it was.
I managed some impromptu trimming and sweeping with my hands, but I wish that I had brought proper tools. I will do that next time.
I never met grandpa. He died while my family was still living in Australia.
As you can tell, my grandfather – among other things – was an actor. We Garstins have a respectable lineage there. My great-great-great uncle Lionel Belmore played the town burgomaster in the movie Frankenstein with Boris Karloff.
Grandpa was a founding member of Dundas Little Theatre. Their performance stage is named in his honour.
An odd melancholy had settled over me. Even though I had my camera with me (only the 50mm Prime lens though), I found myself hesitant to take many photos.
This bench could not be passed up though. Just like the half-submerged picnic table at Devil’s Lake State Park, I knew that this would make a great black & white image.
It won’t be another three decades before I return here.