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Jugiong Catholic Cemetery

Back in November last year while coming home from one of my husbands medical specialists appointments in Canberra we finally stopped and had a good look at the Jugiong Catholic Cemetery.  Many of my maternal grandfathers family are buried there and I had been wanting to explore it for many years!  When I was a child we would frequently go on wonderful day trips to the Murrumbidgee river at Jugiong, passing the cemetery on our way to our families favourite spot on the river.  I knew family members were buried there but was not overly curious about it, as getting to the river and having a swim were my top priorities at the time. 

The cemetery had been recently mowed on the day we went there and so it was easy to find my way around it.  It is quite steep in places and I would recommend wearing good hiking shoes if you are going to explore it. It is a beautiful cemetery and I hope to explore it further some time in the future as we had to cut the trip short as my husband was in a lot of pain.

Jugiong Catholic Cemetery

Jugiong Catholic Cemetery

Grave of my Great Great Grandfather Thomas Stevens 

Grave of my Great Grand Uncle James Stevens

Jugiong Catholic Cemetery

Jugiong Catholic Cemetery

Grave of my first cousin three times removed Annie Nuttall née McAlister and her husband Kenneth.

Jugiong Catholic Cemetery

Jugiong Catholic Cemetery

Jugiong Catholic Cemetery

Grave of my Great Great Great Grandmother Bridget Cooney formerly Henderson née 
Sheridan, her son John Henderson and daughter Martha McAlister née Henderson

Headstone of my Great Great Great Grandmother Bridget Cooney formerly Henderson née Sheridan, her son John Henderson and her daughter Martha McAlister née Henderson.

Grave of my Great Great Great Grandmother Bridget Cooney formerly Henderson née Sheridan second husband Owen Cooney


    Thanks, Chris


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