OiYan P.
Yelp
Both of my paternal grandparents are buried here. The story goes that my grandfather loved exploring Boston on the T when he first got here. One day, he decided to check out the Forest Hills area, and found this stunning cemetery. He apparently told my grandmother in passing once about how lovely the place was, especially the wide open hillside. When he passed away, and the family was looking for a cemetery, my grandmother mentioned that he'd really enjoyed the Forest Hills/Jamaica Plain area. That was back in 1986.
I remember driving into the cemetery for the first time being fascinated by the mausoleums and tombs, statues of angels, and just gorgeous landscaping with trees everywhere. You drive down this street to the left of the entrance, and hook a left on Yew, and suddenly you're out of the tree-shaded area with beautiful mausoleums and out into this open rolling hill, where the names on the tombstones suddenly all become Chinese with a few Italian names here and there mixed in. There's a lot more Chinese graves there now populating that once barren hillside, and most of them are Chinese. Something about the fung-shui of that field that attracts folks.
Today was the first time I've been back to visit my grandparents since 2000, when my grandmother passed away. In fact, we had a bit of a family reunion with 22 of us (ages 6 months-72) visiting for the Chinese Ching Ming holiday. For Ching Ming, we basically go honor our ancestors with incense, booze, and a family picnic in the cemetery, while we burn fake money and gold by the grave. The kids are given incense sticks to give out to our great/grandparents' "neighbors." It's a good neighborly gesture :)
in the past, I remember signs that said "no fire." This time I saw a sign at the gate saying "Forest Hills welcomes visitors for Ching Ming," and there were several metal bins available for people to use for burning stuff, and the "no fires" signs are gone. Seems like the cemetery understands their clientele now, especially as the Chinese population is growing here. I noticed other families around were lighting firecrackers to scare away evil spirits too. Kids run around and play, and the family has a nice picnic of roast pork (pork belly), chicken, fruits, buns, and pastries, after we kowtow'd 3 times to the graves, and poured some booze into the ground for my grandparents. The elders say a few words of respect and joke around asking if my grandparents are happy about seeing how much their family as grown. Everyone catches up with each other about life, jokes around with each other, and just generally has a good time.
It's a good time to reflect on the changes in the family, and to remember where we've come from. On this visit, I've really appreciated the changes the cemetery has made to truly embrace the cultural diversity of its "residents" and their loved ones. Gone with the unwelcoming "no fires!" signs, which to me as a kid felt like they were signs saying "No Chinese cultural practices!" And in with welcoming and supporting their clients and the diversity that is Boston.