Friday, February 11, 2011

Monument Analysis, Colin D. Hender

Monument Analysis: Memorial Bronze Statues in Victoria’s Downtown 

As Dr. McGuire has written on the Anth 392 website, the dead are all around us.  This is not to say that there are bodies piling up in the streets, but that those who are not now living survive in our memories, in our cultural consciousness and through physical markers and reminders in the world around us.  In the downtown core of Victoria, BC, there are memorial monuments commemorating events, groups and individuals.  This short study will look at bronze memorial statues that the authors ‘discovered’ during what can be called a field survey of Victoria’s downtown area.  The statues, seven in total, are of individuals deemed worthy of memorialization. There is an annotated map of the downtown area of Victoria, showing the locations and photos of each monument included with this study.

Not all of us can be remembered through grand monuments on public display.  In fact, it would appear that only exceptional people would have that honor.  The statues in our data set are mostly of these exceptional elites.  But perhaps the term elite does not always apply.  In front of the Legislative Building we see Queen Victoria, tall and regal, holding her scepter and very much the image of an Empress.  But down the street and only about 200 metres away we see a bronze statue of the humble artist, Emily Carr, seated with one of her dogs and her monkey named Woo.  Both women are very important to our city’s past and present identity and both women are remembered in bronze, although in their respective lives, they came from entirely different stations.  Emily Carr achieved her status as an artist, defining for us the world of the Pacific Northwest through toil, with paint and brush.  Queen Victoria, in contrast, was ascribed her royal status through right of birth and was the Empress to half the world and gave our town its name.  These two figures were found worthy of memorial via public monuments because of their place in our social memory.  It is interesting that such opposites of women should be memorialized in the same way.  This reflects our city’s modern values, in that a humble painter should be found in bronze, like a Queen.

Several of the statues in our data set were in memory of military dead.  It is important to note that these monuments were not dedicated to individuals, but to regiments or groups of fallen soldiers.  In an article focusing on a Soviet war memorial in Estonia, author Siobhan Kattago (2009) writes ‘‘War memorials are cultural symbols reflecting the human instinct for aggression towards one another.  While they may have many different interpretations, all war memorials are attempts to make sense of the senseless: violent death at the hands of others.’’  This is a stark and generalized view, but it is not without merit.  The WW2/Korean memorial is of a soldier with fixed bayonet raised and a fallen comrade at his feet.  This is a graphic reminder of violence and loss.  But we can compare this to the Navy Memorial entitled ‘Homecoming’ which has a serviceman on one knee about to embrace his (presumed) daughter, who has a happy puppy dancing beside her.  He has a suitcase beside him, informing us that he has been away.  This warm bronze monument invokes different war related emotions; separation and family ties, but it is also a reunion, making something whole again.  Kataggo’s assessment of war memorials may leave out some of these aspects of the war experience.  ‘Homecoming’ puts into bronze the parts of the war experience or even military life that our society may prefer to remember.  Memorial monuments, it can be argued, reflect a culture’s selective memory

It is worth noting that First Nations are not represented in bronze memorials in the downtown core of Victoria.  The distinctly European idea of using bronze as the medium for monument statues perhaps underscores the colonial divide in the founding of Victoria.  A statue of Captain Cook, explorer, is found at the upper level of the inner harbour concourse.  Cook embodies the British Empire and its often-disastrous contact with indigenous people, worldwide.  It could be considered a political statement to have such a symbol of the colonial era in such a prominent place downtown.  Monuments are placed where they are for good reasons, one would think.

In consideration of the above statement, Victoria relies on tourism as an economic staple and that has had more to due with the placement of the monuments in our data set than politics or status.  In such a small city, there are only a few main thoroughfares to place a monument where it can be seen.  It makes sense to have the Queen Victoria monument in front of the Legislative Building, as the reigning Monarch is our Head of State (actually, the Governor General is the Head of State, but…) and Emily Carr, now seemingly reduced to a municipal mascot, is placed in a photo-friendly location, with the Fairmont Empress Hotel and tulip beds behind her.  This speaks to the modern socio-economic role that monuments and memory can play.

The aim of our field work was to establish the memorial landscape of downtown Victoria, focus-in on a specific type of memorial (we originally aimed for memorial murals but found too few to pursue that aspect of memorial urban art) and within a bounded area (the downtown core) establish a data set to be analyzed.  The author feels that these objectives were met.  To conclude this study, a quote from the late Tommy Douglas, Canadian  politician, fits well into the analysis of memorial statues and their meaning in a Victoria, BC context; ‘‘I don’t mind being a symbol but I don’t want to become a monument.  There are monuments all over the Parliament Buildings and I’ve seen what pigeons do to them.’’



References

Kattago, S. (2009), War Memorials and the Politics of Memory: the Soviet War Memorial in Tallinn. Constellations, 16: 150–166.

http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/keywords/monuments.html

Annotated Map of Downtown Victoria

View Downtown Bronze Memorials (Art) in a larger map

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Rocket to the Afterlife

Now here is a fantastic way to memorialize a loved one or yourself; send your ashes to space.  Not a few people have chosen this ultramodern method of human disposal, particularly people of note in some way connected to space, the cosmos or the boundaries of human expression.  Carl Sagan, science writer and advocate of expanding the human horizon to include the rest of the solar system, had his ashes launched into space.  So did Gene Roddenberry (with the remains of his wife) the creator of the Star Trek franchise.  And so did Timothy Leary, a man who could be called a psychonaut for his exploration of human consciousness, now can be called a post-mortem astronaut.  I like this idea.The company leading the way with this stellar funerary practice is Celestis Inc.  
http://www.celestis.com/?src=google/&gclid=CO2woPnD56YCFRg8gwodgzs11g

I like this idea.  We discuss how cemeteries, mounds and cairns can demarcate territories and indicate boundaries of influence for some peoples and cultures in the past; this new type of ritual (can we call this a ritual?) pushes the cultural envelope right off of the planet.  Is this a vain and aggressive insistence of a human need to dominate our surroundings?  Or is it simply extraordinary individuals expressing their extraordinariness in the way that they memorialized?  Can the common ones among us be similarly sent off, or is this mortuary practice for an exclusive elite?  We might find that people of great prominence can possibly get rocketed to the beyond by themselves or accompanied by a loved one, reflecting their wealth and status.  But, say, an 'ordinary millionaire' might have to have their remains launched with a collection of other people's ashes, for purposes of efficiency and cost reduction.  Sounds like a great thesis...  (all rights reserved).  
I am reminded of that crooner's standard 'Fly Me To the Moon'.  I don't think Old Blue Eyes quite had his funeral in mind, though.
 

Thursday, January 13, 2011

On The Wrong Side of the Lawn. . .

You Can't Bring it With You.

I think about my own demise fairly often.  Not in a neurotic, Woody Allen sence, worrying about bus accidents and falls from great heights; more like how a long-distance runner contemplates a finish line.  The manner of death seems less important than the results of the life lived.  Questions arise.  Who would attend my funeral?  What would people say about me in eulogies?  Who would do the cattering?  And, to get to the topic at hand, what would I be burried with?  Which of my possessions would be interred along with my handsome corpse could best represent the person I was in life and the person I will be remembered as in death?  If I am given the choice, I suppose I would instruct my family to include several items that reflected different periods of my earthly experience: from my childhood, a window pane; the thing I stared through instead of listening to elemenary school teachers; from my teen years, a notebook of bad poems, recording my coming of age and including the first and only time a writer had rhymed orange with porridge, from my early adulthood, a collection of empty beer cans; the deposit has been payed and will be given back to me by the Great Bottle-Depot in the Sky.  As for the last quarter of my life, I'd like to be burried with a full, big and beautiful beard.  Not one that I had grown, but someone else's, representing my debt to the intellience of those that inspired me.

On second sober thought. . .
 I feel that if items were to be burried with me, they would probably be chosen by those whom had known me best.  I will ask my wife, parents, siblings and a friend or two what they would drop down onto the lowering casket.  If I were to guess at what they might suggest, I would say a hockey stick, a nice hat, maybe the collected works of C.G. Jung. . . I'll get back to this blog topic shortly. 
END TRANSMISSION

My wife, when asked what articles of interest she would place gently in my grave, replied ''I dunno...some photographs.''  This begged the question why?, to which she responded '' I dunno... how about something you like?  Steak?''
That was as far as I got with my better-half.  My daughter is 1 year old so her response to the same issue of grave goods for Papa was to open her mouth really wide and drool.  I can only assume that this means she wouldn't be able to cope with the bereavement and would place herself in my tomb, forever to gurgle by my side.  My mother was more predictable.  She said that she would dress me in a Toronto Maple Leafs sweater and place a hockey stick in my rigid grip.
So, I suppose that grave goods usually reflect how others see you.  Or they can reflect how you wish to be perceived.  Either way, you're dead.  Amen.
If my long dead Grandfather were alive today he would probably say ''Help! Help! Lemme out of this box!''
So ends this blog entry...
(exeunt with a flourish of trumpets)

Friday, January 7, 2011

Blog One, Jan. 7th, 2011

Happy New Year!
This is the first blog entry for 2011 and the first for Dr. Erin McGuire's Archaeology of Death course at UVic.
This will be an exciting term for me and it will be challenging so I expect encouragement and advice from all of you. . . and cash.  Send cash.
I completed a Viking Archaeology course in the summer with Dr. McGuire and enjoyed that experience immensely.  See you in the future!

(a few days later)
. . . and furthermore...
Mortuary practises in cultures through all times and in all places can shed light on beliefs, lifeways and social complexity/organization.  In short, we can learn a lot about a People and their world by looking at how they deal with their dead.  My interests are wide and varied but I have a keen yen for ritual and ideas of the afterlife and of spiritualities found in cultures, past and present.  I look forward to developing an understanding of just how these intangible aspects of culture are reflected in the archaeological record and how we as archaeologists can interpret them.
I also look forward to reading some of your blogs throughout this course.  Excelsior!