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Looking out over the town…

 

This is the statue on the top of the Soldiers and Sailors Monument, located in East Rocks Park, in Hamden, Connecticut… which is just NNE of New Haven.

As near as I can tell – cause the ding dang monument has never been open when I’ve gone – the lady depicted was neither a soldier nor a sailor.

Not with that kind of outfit on.

Long flowing robes simply aren’t conducive to climbing into and out of foxholes in foreign climes… nor are they the best choice for battening down the hatches…

And people, it’s got nothing to do with women in the military.

I’d be laughing just as hard at any men wearing such an outfit to the front lines.

I just find it… well, interesting, anyway… that for a while in our collective monument building history, we seemed to have decided that showing the people actually being honored was somehow… gauche.

“This monument should be a symbol for all those who have given their all. A lasting testament to their willingness to stand up to the enemy. A beacon for all future generations, showing that they, too, will probably have to go somewhere and kill or be killed, for reasons which may never be made clear. And certainly not while anyone who could say ‘no’ is around to do so…”

“I know… let’s use a person we’d never allow anywhere near the fighting, to represent all those people who actually did the fighting.”

Imagine if we decided to honor the person behind the Lincoln Memorial by depicting the Tsar of Russia, sitting down to a nice cup of tea.

Or better still. symbolizing the greatness of man, his industry and creativity, his unceasing spirit of renewal and exploration… by showing a collection of all the plastic waste floating around in all our oceans…

You think any other species has done so much for (or more specifically, to) the planet?
You think a dolphin could create such a monument?

Heck, even the dinosaurs didn’t leave as lasting an impact on the planet as man…

That comet that wiped them out?
Yeah, maybe.
But not the dinosaurs themselves…

Harrumph!

Where was I…?

Oh, yeah…
The monument.
Depicting Justice or Beauty, or some such anthropomorphism, holding a wreath in one hand, and a sprig of something aloft in the other hand.

 

More like a monument to Gardeners and Landscapers, if you ask me…

Though – again – the choice in clothing is problematic…

 

 

Now, don’t all you readers – and I mean both of you – start sending me nasty comments about how insensitive I am, and how all the people deserve to be honored for what they sacrificed for their fellow man/women/house with a chicken in the garage and two and half cars in the pot…

I understand all of that…
And I really do agree with you on all of that…

… except for maybe the dinosaurs.

But I found myself free associating when I started this post.
And all the writing gurus say you should just let yourself go with it, when you find yourself in such a state…

… such as Nebraska…

So I went with it…

 

 

If you must assign blame… I’d lay it on the gurus…

 

 

 

 

 

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