By Roselyn Fauth

Free Ground area at Timaru Cemetery. Photo Roselyn Fauth 2025
When I walk through the older parts of the Timaru Cemetery, I often notice the quiet stretches of grass where no headstones stand. At first glance, it looks like empty space, but it isn’t. Beneath that earth rest hundreds of people who were buried in what was once called free ground. These were the sections reserved for those who could not afford a private plot or who were buried with the help of government assistance.
Out of curiosity, I wanted to learn more about who these people were. It is a deeply sensitive subject, one that touches on hardship, pride, and grief. Sometimes families who needed help felt shame and chose not to record or share the details of a burial. Others had no family or friends left to arrange it. Some were stillborn babies whose burials were quietly managed by hospitals. Whatever the circumstances, each of these people had a story, and together they form part of who we are today.
In November, we plan to unveil a monument at the Timaru Cemetery to honour those who rest in free ground and those who lie without a marker in the wider cemetery. In the past, if public funding was used for a burial, a headstone was not permitted unless the cost was later repaid. I suppose that was to ensure the help went only to those who truly needed it, but it also meant that many graves were left unmarked forever.
In one section of the cemetery there is a large open lawn. I often see people walking their dogs there, enjoying the space, and I realised that many may not know they are walking over more than seven hundred graves. This is the area once known as free ground. Throughout the rest of the cemetery, there are also small gaps between headstones where people rest without a marker to show who they were or that they are even there. These quiet spaces tell a story too, one that is easy to overlook unless you know where to look...
When the reserve for the cemetery was first set aside in the 1860s, burials were led by the local churches. Later, an Act of Parliament transferred responsibility for cemeteries to local councils, which oversaw their management and record keeping. The Timaru Cemetery as we know it today grew from those early church-led burial grounds into a community resting place for all, regardless of circumstance or faith.
I have been learning about some of these people, the quiet ones whose names are written only in the old cemetery ledgers. One of them is Emma Jane Watts, a young mother from Kent, England.



