It’s amazing the number of ways we widows find to
memorialize our spouses. Quilts are made of favorite shirts and teddy bears for
the grandchildren, too. Christmas ornaments with photos are created along with
video slide shows to play on computers. Songs and poems are written by a
talented few. And let’s not forget the memorial bricks and trees that are
bought for city parks, and the marble grave markers placed in cemeteries. Then
there are the donations made in our spouse’s memory. Some widows even have synthetic
diamonds made from cremated remains. I have an ash urn locket to wear and a
glass jar containing stones, a feather, shells and sand picked up on the day we
spread part of my husband’s ashes at the beach. What am I forgetting? I’m sure
there are many more ways that widows---Oh, gosh, how could I forget blogging?
We tell our husbands' stories mixed in with our tears.
In the 21st century we don’t make rings and pins out our
deceased husband’s hair the way they did in Victorian times and we don’t wear
tintype photo pins like they did in Civil War times. We don’t wear amulets bags
with a token inside to touch and send prayers off to the gods like some American
Indians tribes once did. But what we do today to keep a loved one close at
heart serves the very same purpose. Mourning traditions that give you something
to touch have survived through the centuries for a reason. We humans need to
feel connected to our pasts.
At one time in history, widows wore brooches of black cameos
set in gold during their ‘second mourning period’ which was
defined as the next nine months after their first full year of widowhood. It
was during this period when Victorian widows could add minor ornamentation to
their black dresses---a ruffle, a bit of lace, a touch of gray---and they could
start wearing fancy mourning jewelry. And at the beginning of the10th month through the end of their
second year of widowhood plus one month Victoria
women would phase color into their wardrobes. Strict rules that I kind of wish society still followed. What can I say, I'm old fashioned.
If I was living during those times, I’d formally be starting my second mourning period on the 18th of this month and as strange as it might sound to those who haven’t gone through losing a spouse, it seems nature and appropriate to call it that. There is a discernible shift in emotions after getting through all the ‘firsts’ that take place in the first year of wearing the widow label but you’re far from be healed inside. Sadly, our modern world no longer acknowledges this second mourning period. Get over it and move on with your life! widows are told. Well, duh! What do you think we’re trying to do? In widows’ circles, though, this second year that no longer has a formal name is still recognized instinctively by most women as a time to start rebuilding our lives. It's a nine month void in between heart-wrenching grief and finding a way to add color back into our lives. At least I hope it works that way for me. And I can't keep wondering why the Victorians picked nine months for the second mourning period and not eight, ten or twelve. All I can come up with in my musing is that it somehow ties into how long it takes to grow a life in the womb. Victorians were big on symbolism.
Shortly after my mother died in 1983 Don bought me an antique, second mourning period cameo and I’ve worn or carried it to every funeral I’ve been to since. Now that Don has passed, too, I have a dilemma in the jewelry department. If I wear all of my memorial jewelry to the next funeral I go to I’ll look like a Boy Scout with a chest full of badges. I’ll have my black cameo, my silver urn ash locket, a beaded necklace with Don’s wedding ring incorporated and my widow’s Word of the Year courage necklace. Oh, my! Take a memo, world: No one I know better die soon because this jewelry dilemma of what to wear to the funeral is not a choice I am ready to face yet.
If I was living during those times, I’d formally be starting my second mourning period on the 18th of this month and as strange as it might sound to those who haven’t gone through losing a spouse, it seems nature and appropriate to call it that. There is a discernible shift in emotions after getting through all the ‘firsts’ that take place in the first year of wearing the widow label but you’re far from be healed inside. Sadly, our modern world no longer acknowledges this second mourning period. Get over it and move on with your life! widows are told. Well, duh! What do you think we’re trying to do? In widows’ circles, though, this second year that no longer has a formal name is still recognized instinctively by most women as a time to start rebuilding our lives. It's a nine month void in between heart-wrenching grief and finding a way to add color back into our lives. At least I hope it works that way for me. And I can't keep wondering why the Victorians picked nine months for the second mourning period and not eight, ten or twelve. All I can come up with in my musing is that it somehow ties into how long it takes to grow a life in the womb. Victorians were big on symbolism.
Shortly after my mother died in 1983 Don bought me an antique, second mourning period cameo and I’ve worn or carried it to every funeral I’ve been to since. Now that Don has passed, too, I have a dilemma in the jewelry department. If I wear all of my memorial jewelry to the next funeral I go to I’ll look like a Boy Scout with a chest full of badges. I’ll have my black cameo, my silver urn ash locket, a beaded necklace with Don’s wedding ring incorporated and my widow’s Word of the Year courage necklace. Oh, my! Take a memo, world: No one I know better die soon because this jewelry dilemma of what to wear to the funeral is not a choice I am ready to face yet.
All kidding aside, mourning jewelry has been around since
the mid 1600s. So don’t let anyone make you feel that it’s weird or obsessive if
you’re drawn to this kind sentimental remembrance. It might make others feel
slight uncomfortable when their “crazy” old aunt, friend, mother or sister is
flashing one of these widowhood traditional pieces. But one day they may sadly
understand there is comfort in traditions that connect us to our recent past
and to that of our ancestors. Having an object so close at hand to touch like a
worry stone calms the mind, gives us strength and reminds us that a love
remembered is a love we still have. ©
All of that history is so interesting.
ReplyDeleteI thought so too! I still wear that cameo to funerals...my little tradition.
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