Memorial – I call it “Love and Joy”
The story of the memorial by Jeanie Mellersh - October 2013
When Yaany and Mimi died, there was no
funeral, no bodies. The word “memorial” came to mind as we
talked together.
I thought,
right, I'll go for it, and talked to James (our vicar) about one in
the churchyard. One evening two weeks later James called in and said
“I'm going to Winchester tomorrow morning to speak to the Diocese.
Can you let me have a drawing of how it will be.” I looked blank
“I haven't got a design.” “Here's a paper and a pen, could you
draw something?” he asked. I did. Fifteen seconds later, he said
“OK, Ill show them this,” put it in his pocket and went away. A
few days later the answer came back “It's passed. Go ahead!” Is
this a record for the world's fastest memorial design, I wonder?
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| Two of the drawings I did for James Bruce, when I produced the original design |
I then started
modelling the sculpture out of all sorts of materials, clay from the
forest, cheese, a big block, plasticine and made many drawings. The
design was two children with their arms around each other looking
happy and lovely.. The reason for using cheese was that you can
carve cheese, whereas you can only model plasticine and clay and they
are very different processes,
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| The clay model |
I made a two inch
model of the statue out of clay and Nick and I went with this tiny
model to Portland to find some stone for carving.
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| Tony Booker of Albion stone who helped us find and choose the stone. Thank you so much! |
At Albion Stone
quarries we met Tony Booker. He showed us round a huge area all
filled with stone blocks. Nothing seemed quite right. Then Tony led
me to the perfect stone. It was very lovely all creamy white and
perfect. I was very excited.
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| Three of me working. Left The very first cut. Centre: Getting the rough shape. Right The shape can be seen |
I went home,
ordered some new carving tools and equipment and started to work
With a big chisel and mallet I wildly hit big lumps off the stone.
“When you've finished it will be the size of your fist” said a
friend – but I wasn't worried. It was hard physical work. I began
at the top of the stone. It was very straight sided double cube in
shape. I drew two circles on the top. “That is the boy' head and
that is the girl's head,” I said, and chipped down and down,
chipping off all the bits that weren't children.
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| The shape is coming |
I
changed to smaller chisels and lighter hammers, and I happily worked
away in the garden. Thing started to get specific. I was close to
the actual figures, I felt I was almost chipping by the children's
flesh. I felt I may draw blood if I make a slip, One day I put down
my chisels and said “I can't go on.” I couldn't touch the
chisels. I didn't know why. I was working through the grieving
process but also working into
the creative process, and it suddenly caused me to stop. I didn't
know what to do or where to go for help I think it was a touch of
post traumatic stress after the tragedy. It wasn't creative block.
I was raring to go on with the carving, but trapped within myself. I
had been carving the heads.
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| The marble head carved in three days in Austria. It was doing this that ended my problem with finishing carving the stone. |
My daughter Lucy,
who co-incidentally has taken up carving, had been on a wood carving
course in the Austrian Tirol. She phoned me and said “I think I
know someone who can help you, My woodcarving tutor. He's got one
place free and he also carves stone”. I booked up and went for
three days and he did help me. His name was Pascal Wirth and I am
very grateful to him. I thought I wouldn't be able to lift a chisel,
but I carved a marble cherub's head using an air hammer, and the
problem melted away. I came back to Minstead and finished the
carving.
Then it was time to
do the plinth. The plinth was to be on a large simple straight sided
stone. I went to Albion quarry in Portland again and after walking
around the stone pieces for half an hour or so, Tony Booker led me to
the perfect stone again. We were expecting to pay a lot for it. But
no! Tony had heard the story of the children and Albion Quarries
generously agreed to donate both the stones we had used. Thank you
Albion! Thank you very much for your kindness. Tony and Aidy Wilcox
loaded it, with infinite care and expertise, into the back of the
car. and we drove off for a lovely weekend on Portland Bill.
The stone was much
to heavy for us to move but, helped by kind neighbours, we got the
stone block out of the car, onto a little farmer's truck and wheeled
it into a garden, We put it up where the lawn ends in a wall so I
could carve the letters standing up..
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| The stone for the plinth is moved into our garden ready for lettering |
I drew out the
lettering but on trial pieces of stone. I soon realised that my
attempts at letter carving were appalling. I contacted the excellent
letter carver, Mary Skelton of Ditchling. She kindly gave me advice
and a virtual lesson over the phone after we had sent her a video of
me attempting to carve on one of the trial pieces of stone. I worked
hard on the problem but was still struggling when I remembered I had
worked with another excellent letter carver, John Andrew, at a stone
symposium at Lyndhurst Church. He came over to visit from
Christchurch and helped me a lot. Like me, John is left handed and
we hope, one day, to make a video of him carving and put it on
You~tube, where there are a lot of video's of right handed letter
carving but no good ones of left-handed carvers.
After practising on
other stones we had around the garden, I knew I had to tackle the
real thing. I was determined that I wasn't going to make a “pigs
ear” of it. The memorial was a love letter from me to the lost
children and I was determined that I would do the lettering,.
I looked at the
large stone like a huge perfect block of ice cream. I drew it out in
pencil lines, not too straight, letters a bit wobbly and struggled to
make it good , but too scared to carve, then I took courage and
carved the words. The hardest part was carving the date the little
ones died.
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| The plinth with the lettering almost finishced |
At this time I
realised that many people I knew had lost a child. So I carved
“Remember all lost children,” around the base of the plinth. I
hope parents of lost children will find solace in the memorial and
remember the joy and love their child brought them.
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| Steve Dent of Lockerly stone with the memorial. Another person I want to thank. |
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| The three sides of the plinth with the message round the bottom of the plinth to "Remember all lost children" |
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| And on the back two pictures from Jeanie to Mimi & Yaany, a lizard - they both loved lizards and a ship like thte one Yaany made when he stayed in Minstead. |
I painted the
lettering black and I was pleased with the result. Steve Dent of
Lockerley Stone erected the completed memorial one morning. Nick and
I placed flowers on and around it and photographed it. So now it is
in Minstead Churchyard for long after I am gone. I hope it brings a
smile and uplifted heart to all who see it and think of the love and
joy children bring into our lives. I call it “Love and Joy.”
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| The memorial in its setting in Minstead churchyard. Under the oack trees beside the field. To the left Jeanie stands holding the grave marker which the memorial replaced. |
