The next part of our trip was unplanned but a worthwhile stop. On our way to Letterkenny to find one of Al Capone's hideaway cabins we drove through the township of Brudenell. As I was driving, I couldn't help but notice a rather aged cemetery alongside a house that looked fairly neglected. It was a gorgeous house, with adjacent stables and an old till.
Brudenell has a similar story to a lot of the other ghost towns in Renfrew County. The town was pioneered and cultivated in the 1850s by immigrants, and decades later experienced economic decline after the railway was built in nearby Killaloe. However, there is still quite a community living in Brudenell, and I've read that most are direct decedents from the first founders of the township. This is reflected in the state of the old cemetery. Cemeteries don't get much older here in Canada, but this one was in excellent shape for its age.
The cemetery is called Our Lady of Angels Cemetery, and featured the graves of Irish pioneers who died in Brudenell from 1858 and onwards. I'm not a religious person, but I've always found graveyards very humbling. The three of us took a nice walk around the hilly site to read the names, ages, and birthplaces written on the stones. It's hard to imagine the lives and hardships of these people, trying to build a livelihood from nothing.
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