Showing posts with label Old North Truro Cemetery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Old North Truro Cemetery. Show all posts

Thursday, October 27, 2016

Found Martha Holbrooke, now what...

Last summer while visiting Mady and Nate on the Cape, I went in search of an old gravestone I took a photo of many years ago, and while looking in the wrong burial ground, I took 2 pictures I liked a lot, (see posting...In search of Martha Holbrooke, 8/16).  While researching the stones, I found out  there is a whole school of study on the typology of old American gravestone etching art.  I also found that for the most part, the illustrative photos in these postings were not particularly good (poorly lit, tilted, out of focus, etc.), which gave me the idea for my next project.  Good gravestone photos.  I had not done this for a long time for personal reasons related to age and personal ethical issues, but I now had a justifiable purpose, and since Jeff and I were heading up to Provincetown this week, it seemed like a good time to spend some time at the Old North Truro Cemetery to see what I came up with.  Unfortunately, the first stone I was drawn to, of the winged head variety, quickly reminded me why I don't spend time in old cemeteries any more.




Abigail Adams, whose stone caught my eye, died in child birth at age 24 in 1774, while her husband Dr.  Samuel Adams stood helplessly by.  I felt badly about finding this tragic event as the basis for my artistic pursuit, and questioned myself about following through on the gravestone project, but as good hearted Jackie pointed out, I have probably spent more time thinking about Abigail Adams, her husband, and their suffering than anyone in a very long time, and isn't the purpose of the stone to keep people alive in someone's heart.  And its true, I only photographed a few stones this day, but I have felt a connection.




Then there is Jemimah Atkins who died in 1778 at age 28.  The winged skull and cross bones style here marks a transition from the last 3 stones posted expressing a sense of loss, hopelessness, despair, and possibly anger over the cruelty of the fates more clearly expressed than in the others. 




The curious case of one Israel Gross was one that interested this Jewish observer.  While the records do not directly indicate that Israel had Jewish roots, in fact the records list him as Methodist, but the first Gross to come over here in the early 1700's was a Simon Gross, Simon being a common Jewish name.  At the time, there were no Jewish cemeteries, and the thought of making a new start in the new world may have led to leaving behind an identity that suffered the slings and arrows of great prejudice in Europe.

Took some more photos over the weekend, but need time to mentally process them and see if I want to go ahead with the project .  There are a lot of mixed feelings now that I did get back and took a few more photos of the winged heads morphing into winged skulls variety.  Maybe thats enough for me for now.  But this does seem like a good place for another orphan picture taken at the Old Burial Ground in Halifax, Nova Scotia.


Pablo



Tuesday, August 9, 2016

In search of Martha Holbrook...

August, 2016

As I get older and closer to the grave,  I have begun to avoid cemeteries as an object of photographic interest.  But while Jackie and I were visiting Mady and Nate on Cape Cod last week, and having lunch (fried fish sandwich, rings, and slaw) at one of my favorite places of all time, Arnold's in Eastham




we did not encounter the usual crowds, so having finished lunch early,  and with time on our hands, we agreed to keep heading north to see if we could make it to Provincetown.  It was a quiet Monday, so smooth sailing all the way.  Made it there in record time.

As we passed a few of the old burial grounds along the way, I got thinking about a most unusual tombstone I took a photo of about 6 or 7 years ago during our last visit to the Cape, that of one Mrs. Martha Holbrook.  As we drove past the Truro Old North Cemetery, I was sure it was there, so I had Mady stop, and I looked for it somewhere in the front rows close to the road, where I remembered it would be, but it wasn't there.  Not a total loss, however.  Snapped these two stones before we kept going.






They are two great examples of the winged head style of tombstone art.   At the time, I didn't realize how good they would be, and with Jackie and Mady waiting patiently in the car,  I left it at that.  But the sun was great, the sky was perfect and I should have shot a few more.  Jackie said that Martha's stone was probably at the Duck Creek Cemetery we passed a few miles back and we agreed to stop there on the way home, which we did, and as soon as Mady slowed down I could see it from the road.




What fascinated me here was the face.  Quite unusual.  Never saw one quite like it on a stone.  Is it a portrait?  I tend to think so.  I'm glad the day worked out as well as it did.  Love the top two photos resulting from the wrong stop.  After a little research on the taxonomy of tombstone art, I found that these three stones all fall into the same category (winged head), but there were many more great stones I'm sorry  I missed, and I'm feeling the need  to to get back to the Cape for a few more good shots, followed by a visit the bar upstairs at the Lobster Pot in P-Town for a few bloody marys overlooking Cape Cod Bay after a hard day's work in the field.  As I was standing in front of the Pot taking this picture, I was thinking about the bloody marys, but was still pretty darn full from Arnold's and not ready for a drink.  




Hopefully next time.  Another project on my to do list.

                                                                         Pablo

Addendum:

Always looking for a good place to post orphan photos that don't seem to fit into any other posting.  Always liked this stone I shot at the Old Burial Ground in Halifax, Nova Scotia and it is another good example of the winged head motif.



Pablo