“18,000 souls lie, where in the day families
play and pets run free!
. . . and then night falls and though, above, a
full moon shines bright, darkness below lays
as black as pitch and seethes with unease as
restless spirits roam, never to be released
from ghostly shackles!”
Ghosts & Glory & Gut Wrenching
The ghost of Major Mitchell
Will you ever find that star you're looking for
Will you ever lay down you telescope and fold
your military uniform forever?
We think perhaps never!
All the locations in these photographs
have their own ghosts.
Can you name the places?
Do you know the stories?
If you don’t know you should know!
Maybe we’ll tell you!
Maybe we won’t!
The ghost of Bathsheba Ghost
Just who is the lady who tends the sick in St Stephen's
Could she be the second Matron of the Sydney General
Hospital who's work has never been finished?
Could she be still duty bound as she was before she
Is she proud that they honoured her burial with a
headstone from the gates of the great hospital itself?
The ghost of Hannah Watson
He was the Harbour Master of Port Jackson, Captain
She was his beautiful young wife Hannah, lonely and
yearning for something! . . . Anything!
He was that something! The glamorous Captain John
Steane of the Royal Navy . . .her lover!
The Harbour Master found them!
The Harbour Master cursed them!
John Steane left the shores and Hannah wrote begging
him not to return to Sydney.
But he loved her and boarded the Dunbar to return to
Too late! She died before he returned.
Too late! He was aboard the ill fated Dunbar.
The Dunbar was the ship that floundered off The Gap
killing all but one.
The dead from the Dunbar were buried in this cemetery.
Hannah and John were buried close to each other but far
enough to be forever separated by The Harbour Master!
To this day she waits!
She emerges from her tomb and drifts slowly to the
grave of her lover.
She can never leave!
Ode to Hannah
Your lover left and he never came back
and you miss him, you miss him, you miss him so!
This ache in your heart and the shine in your eye
Will they ever, will they never, will they never, ever go?
But he was so close, Hannah, so close was he
on that fateful night when waves bore only misery
when the Dunbar sank and just one survived
but it wasn't John Steane, Hannah, the survivor wasn't he
So now you must wait dear Hannah
. . . for eternity!
The ghost of William Ebbetts
William Ebbetts, why why will you only talk to children?
Is it because you never will trust adults? If not, why not?
Did you love the smell of roses Mr Ebbetts?
Does the grass stick to your old frock coat Mr Ebbetts? a
while! We mean no harm!