Along Memorial Way

This is something I wanted to post last year – but it took some planning ahead and it also took, er, a camera. All along Boulevard East (a winding road on the cliffs opposite Manhattan) is a memorial park – it goes from Weehawken to West New York. It is so beautiful. I wanted to move along from south to north and take pictures of every memorial I came across. They aren’t just for wars, as you will see below … but I’ve included them all. This is what I did last night (before I went home and tried on my blue sparkley false eyelashes). The south end of Boulevard East marks the estimated spot above where they estimate the dueling grounds were where my dead boyfriend lost his life. When I run along Boulevard East, I pass this spot. There’s a bust of Hamilton there … so that’s where I start. And I just moved north – snapping shots of each thing I saw.

Some of these get kind of artsy. I was experimenting. Also, it was dusk – perfect lighting – until I reached the end … when lighting my “subjects” became quite challenging. I did my best.

I had an interaction with a little boy by a huge bell – a memorial for the Weehawken Fire Department, erected in 1907. I heard a little mouse-voice announce behind me, “That’s the Liberty Bell!” I turned and saw him. A pipsqueak of about 7 years old, with brown skin, thick black hair, and a little scooter he was pushing along. He was with his mom. He kept talking, “Actually, I don’t think that’s the Liberty Bell.” I loved how he was taking himself thru his thought process. I also loved his deductive reasoning. Age 7. He said confidently, “The Liberty Bell is in Washington D.C.” Oh it is, bub? Really? He kept babbling, his mother being busy with her smaller baby, “I really don’t think that’s the Liberty Bell.” I felt he was waiting for some confirmation so I stepped in. Little did he know who he was dealing with. You wanna talk about the Liberty Bell? The chick in the white skirt and the hi-top sneakers is JUST the girl you want. I said, “No, that’s not the Liberty Bell.” He said, ‘What is it?” I said, “It was put up for the firemen in Weehawken way at the beginning of the LAST century.” (This child was obviously born in THIS century. He’s a 21st century kid.) He said, “Why?” “Oh, you know. To thank them for their help in the town and stuff like that.” “I knew it wasn’t the Liberty Bell.” “You are totally right. The Liberty Bell is in Philadelphia.” He was thrown off by this, but silently. He adjusted his brain’s information. Okay. It’s not in DC. It’s in Philly. Got it. He reminded me of Cashel. He then asked, “Why are there all these things up?” Meaning – the red white and blue bunting everywhere. I said, “It’s for Memorial Day on Monday. You probably don’t have school, right? It’s a holiday.” “Oh.” Then they were off … meandering away thru the dusk … little black-haired boy babbling on and on to his mother. It was a perfect and very human little exchange.

So – in honor of Memorial Day – of all the American veterans, past and present, of all of those who have lost their lives in service for this country, and in honor of all of those in harm’s way in the present-day … here’s my wee tribute. And my deepest gratitude.

First: the view from Boulevard East. Dusk.

Midtown.
< I would have had no idea who Jose Marti was if Val from Babalu Blog hadn’t asked me to participate in his BlogCuba celebration years ago. He asked bloggers to write something about Cuba. I know nothing about Cuba, except the political stuff that everybody knows. I like Cuban food. I felt like I would be an asshole if I wrote about a Cuban restaurant I liked, so I emailed Val – “I don’t know what to write about!” He basically set me free, saying – whatever you want! A movie you like, an author you like, whatever! I decided to write about Cuban poetry. I know nothing about Cuban poetry. But I educated myself. And, naturally, I discovered Jose Marti immediately. What a gift! Here’s the piece I wrote for Val – I don’t just focus on Marti – there are other poets – but Marti is basically the father of Cuban poetry. So I felt like an insider when I came across this memorial. I live in a heavily Cuban area … as will become obvious. I thought of Val, as I stood there in the darkness, looking at Marti’s face, with the Manhattan skyline in the background.

WAR MEMORIAL

This was erected in 1935. Notice that at that time WWI was just called “World War”. WWII was gathering, approaching … but at the time of the memorial’s birth, it was just “the Great War”. Sad. It’s kind of an ugly memorial in the light of day – but seen in the dusk it takes on a mythical aspect. It’s funereal, like a mausoleum … with plaques all over it – of all of the wars … and the names of everybody from West New York who lost their lives in “the Great War” (not enough space for everybody else from all the other wars). Sad – this memorial made me sad. Perhaps because of the year it was put up. Retrospect can kill ya.

THE COMMUNITY …

Boys … playing basketball in the dying of the light …

COMMEMORATING THE SIGNING OF THE CONSITUTION

Plaque erected in 1937.

SEPT. 11, 2001 MEMORIAL