St Anne’s War Memorial

With the centenary of World War One in 2014 it seems appropriate to re-examine the influences that shaped the greatest outpouring of public works of art in the form of war memorials in our history. Although memorials were often allegorical, sanitising the brutality and carnage in favour of ideals of sacrifice, honour and duty, I have tried to select those scenes that depict the reality of war. There is hardly a town or village that has not erected a permanent  memorial to the fallen. We may pass them so frequently that we give them little thought. Yet these memorials from the simple cross, to the ornate sculptures carry an enduring message of suffering.

Ashton Gardens in the town of St Anne’s on Sea, Lancashire, UK

Unveiled 12th October 1924

Sculptor Walter Marsden ( Military Cross )1882 – 1969

Son of a blacksmith from Church near Accrington, Lancashire
Marsden is said to have wanted to capture the constant nervous strain of trench warfare, and the ever present feeling of danger that produced so much mental agony.

 

“The Contorted Soldier”

The Contorted Soldier

The Contorted Soldier

 

Exhausted, strained almost beyond human endurance, with clenched fist he waits...

Exhausted, strained almost beyond human endurance, with clenched fist he waits…

 

The Contorted Soldier

The Contorted Soldier

Evocation:  I carry you with me, the last tender mercy we share, my brother in arms.

Evocation: I carry you with me, the last tender mercy we share, my brother in arms.

Evocation:  The Parting There is no glory in his going There is only a knowing  in their parting He will not say what he has seen She will not speak her fears out loud They share a last farewell She hides her tears in his embrace He breathes in her sadness and his longing...

Evocation: The Parting
There is no glory in his going
There is only a knowing in their parting
He will not say what he has seen
She will not speak her fears out loud
They share a last farewell
She hides her tears in his embrace
He breathes in her sadness and his longing…

Boys as men, blinded by gas, we are led to rest

Boys as men, blinded by gas, we are led to rest

Wounded being led to rest

Wounded being led to rest

Sentinels eternally watching

Sentinels eternally watching

© Marguerite Rami

© Marguerite Rami

 

 

 

 

 


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