Back from a week in Mallorca, and what do I blog about - a cemetery. The graveyard at Soller on the west, where the mountains starts to mean business, is a wonderfully peaceful spot above the town. It's terraced, opened in 1814, and went through successive expansions mainly in the late nienteenth and early twentieth centuries. The funerary architecture is imposing - as befits a prosperous town, its wealth built on lemons and oranges - and the cemetery is well cared for. It's now on the town's trail of historic locations, and has rightly attracted the attention of other internet sites - here's one A Tomb with a View, and another.
The custom of putting photographs on the gravestones adds to the cemetery's faded charm. It's not a habit I like - but in Soller it seems absolutely appropriate. And it helps to capture the generation who made the town, built those solid stone houses, and gave the place its haut bourgeois solidity.
To the edge of the cemetery, there's a small separate enclosure - not quite as well kept - for Protestants. There lies the grave of a British teenager (he apparently died in an accident in the mountains). And also a solitary US military grave from 1933, with not a word of further explanation. The Sixth Fleet used to call at Palma quite a lot, but this doesn't seem to be a navy grave. And the internet offers no clue about the fate of Private John H. Whyte from Pennsylvania.
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