Monday, 3 June 2002

Funerary art gives you a peek at social, intellectual, and other cultural or cognitive trends that historians didn't see fit to document, as they were too busy living (or dying) them. Colonial America was a dynamic time and place, and the people left vivid illustrations of their perceptions of and ways of dealing with death.

What got me all excited about these is the ways that bodies and spirits are dealt with: as time progresses and as you draw closer away from the cities representation of the human form becomes taboo. Very early headstones might portray actual skulls and references to "remains" or "decay," I've even found one or two caskets carved onto grave markers. Skulls become wacky alien-heads, later growing wings, then start looking alot like Killroy (was here), as the representation of the human form became taboo. Later (or closer to those trend-setting metropolitan centers), tributes are made to a person's memory or professional attributes, and angels are replaced by weeping willows and urns. Grave markers can be vivid illustrations of a family's relationship to their place and time, especially when they rebel against the norm. Go, death rebels!

These are a few of my favourites.

body casket_angel jesswHannah remains_1763
Ebenezer and Sarah body casket and angel skull with wings remains, 1763 ghost face
lingering_1742 spookyface angel1788 urns_angel david_adams
lingering sickness, 1742 spooky face angel, 1788 urns and angels Yarah, 1779 In Memory of, 1790
nathaniel_warren1793 table deadend
Zeviah, 1791 Erastus, goth lyricist supreme
1795
Sacred to the memory, 1801 philanthropist's table dead end Telesphore, of the gruesome poetry
additional creepy inscriptions:
In silence his body must moulder to dust
till death's iron bondage his spirit shall burst
Then in heaven's bright regions with Seraphs devine
The untimely lost Frederick forever will shine.
Death is a debt, to Nature due
Which I have paid & so must you
Weep not for me, dry up your tears
I must lye here till Christ appears
Keep death and judgement always in your eye
Non's fitt to live
but who is fitt to die
Young Friends regard this solemn Truth
Soon you may die like me in youth;
Death is a debt to nature due,
Which I have paid, and so must you.
The grave is near the cradle (?)
How swift the moments pass between
and whisper as they fly
Unthinking man, I remember this
Thou, midst thy sublimary bliss
Must groan and gasp and die.
In midst of Great Prosperity
Remember now that thou may yet Die
Whoe'er thou art that walk this burying place
Here turn your Eyes, come look abate thy Pace
Time was when I like thee a Life possessed
Once Men Me love'd, me valued and cared
But now Nought but a Heap of Dull remains
And you like Me must yield unto Death's Claims
But hark before thou yield yet prey one Word take
Be warn'd Repent thy Soul thy All's at Stake