Friday, October 28, 2022

The Evolution of Cemeteries, Part Three: A Mini-Essay

     As the social elite deserted cemeteries, the rising bourgeoisie, comprised of craftsmen and laborers, seized control of the territory and, “no longer content simply to sleep in sanctified ground with no thought of the memory they left behind them,” used their modest means to purchase permanent plots from the church and erect gravestones that began as simple crosses and evolved into elaborate markers modeled after the private monuments of the upper echelons.[1] This act, Ariès reveals, weakened the connection between church and cemetery, reverted the graveyard back to a specialized place for burial (a concept not maintained for a thousand years), and began the gradual move back to the outskirts of the community.[2] Part of this migration, in turn, was driven by the insidious conditions caused by cemetery neglect in the middle of the eighteenth century, with overwrought clergy incapable of keeping pace with growing maintenance and dereliction breeding a slew of sanitary issues, including water contamination, infestations of flies spoiling nearby gardens and farms, air from the common graves leaking into the cellars of neighboring homes, and the effluvium of decay, chiefly during sweltering summer months, plaguing the local residents.[3] While administrative reports like Grande et Nécessaire Police (1619) first brought the problems to light during the seventeenth century, serious legislature was not introduced until a century later, with the Decree of the Parliament of Paris of March 12, 1763, for instance, making demands for improvement yet failing to ensure their applications.[4] Despite these governmental holdups, the relocation of burial grounds outside of city limits continued and, by the nineteenth century, it fostered the creation of rural monuments which served as fashionable resting spots for the dead and popular retreats for the living, who flocked to their park-like grave gardens and elaborate memorials to both honor the deceased and cherish each other through social interactions.[5] In doing so, Ariès reveals, the cemetery readopted its communal nature once established in the Middle Ages.[6]

Works Referenced

Ariès, Philippe. The Hour of Our Death: The Classic History of Western Attitudes Toward Death Over the Last One Thousand Years. 1977. Trans. Helen Weaver. New York: Barnes and Noble Books, 2000.
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[1] Ariès, 272.
[2] Ariès, 320-321.
[3] Ariès, 348-352.
[4] Ariès, 479-491.
[5] Ariès, 531-536.
[6] Ariès, 555-556.

Friday, October 21, 2022

2021's Haunt (Night)

2021: Haunted Cemetery
 
2021 proved a rough year for many people, including myself. I lost my job of seven years and struggled to find employment well until August. With money being scarce, I was unable to build anything and even considered cancelling my Halloween plans; however, family and friends convinced me that doing something spooky for the holiday season would be good for my mental health. So, I gathered up a few staples and created a cemetery on my parents' front lawn. Although it was a rather lackluster display, it did help elevate may waning spirits. Presented here are images of the haunt in all its nocturnal glory (for the daytime images, click here).

Friday, October 14, 2022

"Mr. Macklin's Jack O'Lantern" (A Poem)

Born in 1897, David Thompson Watson McCord was the associate editor for the Harvard Alumni Bulletin, executive director of the Harvard College Fund, and is best known for his numerous anthologies of children's poetry, including Far and Few (1952), Away and Go (1975), and All Small (1986). Many like "Mr. Macklin's Jack O'Lantern" examine the everyday mundane with childlike wonderment.
 
Mr. Macklin takes his knife
And carves the yellow pumpkin face:
Three holes bring eyes and nose to life,
The mouth has thirteen teeth in place.
Then Mr. Macklin just for fun
Transfers the corn-cob pipe from his
Wry mouth to Jack’s, and everyone
Dies laughing! Oh What fun it is
Till Mr. Macklin draws the shade
And lights the candle in Jack’s skull
Then all the inside dark is made
As spooky and as horrorful
As Halloween, and creepy crawl
The shadows on the tool-house floor,
With Jack’s face dancing on the wall.
O Mr. Macklin! where’s the door? [1]
 
Works Referenced
 
McCord, David Thompson Watson. "Mr. Macklin's Jack O'Lantern." Far and Few: Rhymes of the Never Was and Always Is. New York: Little and Brown, 1952. 46.
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[1] McCord, 46.

Friday, October 7, 2022

2021's Haunt (Day)

2021: Haunted Cemetery
 
2021 proved a rough year for many people, including myself. I lost my job of seven years and struggled to find employment well until August. With money being scarce, I was unable to build anything and even considered cancelling my Halloween plans; however, family and friends convinced me that doing something spooky for the holiday season would be good for my mental health. So, I gathered up a few staples and created a cemetery on my parents' front lawn. Although it was a rather lackluster display, it did help elevate may waning spirits. Presented here are images of the haunt by day (always less atmospheric than their nighttime counterparts, but the best means to reveal detail).