I have been
thinking about tombs allot lately. It sounds gruesome but it really isn’t. The
reason is probably because there are so many tombs and burial chapels in Italian
churches. From the 14th century until Napoleon reforms at the turn
of the 19th century rich merchants and bankers bought rights for elaborate burial chapels and exquisitely
decorated them inside churches. Another reason I have been thinking about the
deceased is that we are approaching the 1st of November. On my
mother’s network I am getting numerous emails discussing upcoming Halloween
festivities – get togethers, places to buy pumpkins and discussions about whether
or not to organize American style trick or treats (which is something fairly new
and not traditionally done here). Whether it is a richly ornate tomb monument
or a piece of sugar laden candy, it all relates to a celebration of the deceased.
November
1st is a holiday in Italy.
It is called Ognissanti or All Saints
Day. Traditionally one goes and puts flowers on graves of deceased relatives -
which I am sure my mother-in-law will be doing. For the church it is a time to
remember the many Catholic saints and early Christian martyrs. I am feeling a bit of the mystery of it all.
The weather on this damp gray October day may also be adding to my increased personal
interest in all of these dead people from long ago. As I lead people into
sacred places we admire marble coffins which now hold the skull and bones of
the deceased… but these people were at one time living breathing and walking around
the streets of Florence.
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| Ugo (photo: wikepedia) |
The church
which has the most famous tomb monuments in Florence is Santa Croce. Michelangelo,
Galileo and Machiavelli are buried inside, along with a slew of other people
(over 250 tomb slabs in marble originally were on the floor). In fact in the 19th
century Santa Croce assumed the role as the “Pantheon of Italian glory”. Alluding to Santa Croce in his famous poem, Dei Sepolcri, Ugo Foscolo discusses the value
of tombs. He stresses that they are important places for the memory of ‘noble
souls and bright intellects’. Foscolo wrote when Napoleon was enacting laws which
would eventually take burials outside city walls and create unified tomb
spaces. In 1830 Foscolo died in London.
One of his final wishes was granted and with much fanfare and ceremony he was
transported to his final resting place inside the church of Santa Croce. Foscolo’s poem is too long and complicated to reprint here. However, his desire to ensure that tombs glorify those of the past to those of the present still harks true today.
I think I
will continue this “dark” theme and write about other famous tombs which can be
found in this church in future posts. Stay tuned…and in the meantime BOO!
- Posted by
Elizabeth



