Having failed miserably to locate the old cemetery in Maribor, which is somewhere near the Cathedral, we decided to visit Pobrežje Cemetery instead.
A cemetery in three parts, it’s home to an impressive array of statuary and some poignant memorials. Its history is a little confusing. According to the Association of Significant Cemeteries (I love that there is such a thing) there’s the Town Cemetery, The Magdalena Cemetery, and the Franciscan Cemetery. All in one. Or in two parts, separated by a road perhaps?
I’m guessing that this monument is to the teaching Franciscans of the city, given that there is a Franciscan Cemetery and that the inscription translates as ‘Those who have taught many are like stars for all eternity.’ A lovely sentiment. The grave markers at the monument’s base mention various religious titles, so perhaps I’m not too far off the mark.
There’s an air of deep thought about Pobrežje Cemetery with the more usual prostrate grief-stricken women giving way to thinkers and record-keepers.
Given the state of the world and the amount of time I spend despairing at it all, I was struck by this depiction of Christ, who seems to be feeling similar frustrations.
Everywhere I looked in the distance I saw houses. The juxtaposition of life and death is very poignant.
While some of the graves are quite ornate, and impressive in both size and form, others are simple and plain. I was quite taken with their simplicity.
I wondered at one in particular. Do they replace the wood every few years, or has this plank weathered the last 40+ years well?
Had I done my homework, I’d have looked for a few specific graves, like that of Olympic gymnast Leo Štukelj.
Štukelj was presented at the opening ceremony of the Games of the XXVI Olympiad in Atlanta in 1996 as then oldest living Olympic gold medalist, where he shook hands with the President of the United States Bill Clinton. He also presented the medals to winners in the men’s team competition.
I’d also have looked in on Rudolf Maister and Herta Haas, Tito’s second wife. As it was, I was glad I stumbled on that of Dr. Filip Terč, considered to be the father of modern beekeeping. Bees are big in Slovenia. The Regional Museum has a beautiful example of a painted beehive facade.
The signpost to the Field of White Roses was begging to be followed. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect and even when there wasn’t sure either. I knew of a resistance group in Germany called the White Roses but these plaques had simply names and years and some were very recent. And there were a lot. I emailed the cemetery and they explained it to me.
The field of white roses is a special part of the Pobrežje cemetery, where the group scattering of the ashes of children who died during pregnancy or shortly after childbirth takes place twice a year.
Pobrežje Cemetery is big. Very big. We could have spent more time than we had there. As it was, we didn’t find the WWI memorial, but as the song goes, two out of three ain’t bad. That sounds like a tick-box exercise – but it isn’t. I have a fascination with those who willingly (or unwillingly) die for their cause or country. And whatever their war, I like to pay my respects. Their sacrifice should never be forgotten.
In the 1940s, soldiers and civilians from 27 countries were buried in Pobrežje Cemetery. Some 3000 in all including 38 soldiers from Cyprus, France, Greece, Italy, New Zealand and Great Britain, who died in Stalag XVIII-D. The last two years of WWII saw a lot of new graves with nearly 700 soldiers from Austria, Belarus, Bulgaria, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Czech Republic, Montenegro, Denmark, Croatia, Lithuania, Hungary, Macedonia, Germany, Poland, Romania, Slovakia, Slovenia, Serbia, Switzerland, Ukraine, and the USA laid to rest. They didn’t all stay though. But many of those who remained were reburied in a common grave at the Peace Monument. Others were repatriated.
In 1941/42, nearly 2800 Red Army soldiers who died in the Russian Camp in Melje, were also interred in Pobrežje Cemetery. As Russia hadn’t signed the Geneva Convention, theirs was a cruel fate. The Germans initially buried them three to a grave but after the war, their remains were put in this tomb.
Pobrežje Cemetery is a place that begs the descriptive tranquil. Here, the dead continue to speak, to teach, to share. There is a wealth of history and knowledge buried here. It’s one I will be going back to.
Check out Dobrava Cemetery.