I came across this story about a grave in our town graveyard of a poor lady called Rebecca Town.
The inscription on the flat tabletop stone said that she died in her 43rd year, after having thirty children.
Only two of the children are mentioned by name on the gravestone, and they both died as infants. One can only assume that the other twenty-eight children must have either been stillborn or died soon after birth, although there are parish records of many of the children being baptised.
Rebecca herself was a twin, so its fair to assume that many of the births were multiple and there was possibly some medical problems with her pregnancies.
What a sad life of unbelievable misery this poor woman must have had.
The only one glint of happiness in this terrible story is that her husband, Benjamin Town, remarried after Rebecca's death, and went on to have two children with his second wife.
There’s a corner in Keighley Graveyard
Where a sad soul lays….not alone
Buried with her thirty poor children
Her memorial…just this lowly stone
What a tale of suffering endured by her
Bearing thirty children…none whom survived
Her life full of toil and childbirth
And not a single one thrived
Never able to see a child grow up
This continuing story of misery
Just one false hope on another
Then one by one she had to bury
To never hear the sound of her child
Having fun as they run and play
Just a continual test of trying again
For the hope of a child someday
Her life ending in notoriety
Stalked by death and disease throughout
Thirty children born in twenty-three years
Then at forty-three, her body worn out
And what now remains of her memory
Just this stone in a cold, damp corner
Not a flower or a word of kindness
And no one here to mourn her
2 comments:
How beautiful and haunting are your poems Jarlath
Jan
What a terrible sad story. Thank you for sharing it with us.
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