Friends of Burngreave Cemetery
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The 'Friends of Burngreave Chapel & Cemetery' group was set up "to make the cemetery and chapel buildings accessible to everybody and to educate and enlighten visitors into not only its history, but its wildlife, trees and plants, which overlap and interact."
The group is made up entirely of unpaid volunteers who have expertise in various subjects and skills and without whom, the group couldn't function.
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We welcome all visitors and will do our best to help you find your family's grave.
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Chapel open Sundays
April to October from 11:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m.
November to March from 12:00 noon to 2:00 p.m.
MAPS & INSCRIPTIONS:
The ‘Maps’ page contains all the section maps for the cemetery which can be downloaded or printed.
A searchable index of inscriptions completed by John W. Cooper with help from members of the Sheffield and District FHS.
BELATED BURIALS:
This page will list all the people who were interred in Burngreave Cemetery a long time after their death and have been identified as coming from Sheffield Medical School. This is an ongoing project.
NEWS:
Check out this page for the latest on what we are doing.
RESIDENTS:
This page contains information about the lives of various people who are buried in Burngreave Cemetery. This too, is an ongoing project.
PUBLICATIONS:
Details of our books etc. and details of how to purchase them.
GUESTBOOK:
We welcome your comments.
CONTACT US:
If you have a question relating to Burngreave Cemetery or its occupants then please ask here.
LINKS:
Other organisations which may be helpful in your research.
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Transcripts of Burials and Purchase Books have now been completed
and can be found at:-
www.sheffieldindexers.com/BurialIndex.html
Please direct any transcription queries to Dave or Christine below
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Contacts:
Christine Steers: burngreavecemetery@gmail.com
Dave Yates: graveminder1@yahoo.co.uk
This is a poem written by Henry Rogers.
A few years ago on a photographic course, he found himself wandering, one November day, round the huge derelict Abney Wood cemetery in NE London. He was rather overcome by the extremely photogenic dereliction, so with those epitaphs in mind he wrote a few lines of his own:
“What I am, you were... Oh yes, I know!
And what we all become, I know that too.
And what that is, is not the essential you,
Or will be me, when it's my turn to go.
Across your stones, brambles and ivy grow,
Tree trunks swell round them, roots are fingering through
Seeking your bones, branches above them strew
Garlands of leaves for autumn winds to blow.
"In sure and certain hope..." Why then the stones?
What stones do you expect still to stand there
On Judgement Day as evidence of worth?
Till trumpets sound, till reassembled bones
Await their turn in hope, or perhaps despair,
Unmarked or splendid, earth lies in the earth.”