A few days that mean so much to so many

Memorials of the Easter Rising is heavy on content but light on the complex question of motivations

 The then taoiseach Bertie Ahern lays a wreath at Arbour Hill during the Fianna Fáil Easter Rising 1916 commemoration in 2006. Photograph: Cyril Byrne

The then taoiseach Bertie Ahern lays a wreath at Arbour Hill during the Fianna Fáil Easter Rising 1916 commemoration in 2006. Photograph: Cyril Byrne

Sat, Feb 8, 2014, 01:00

   
 

Book Title:
Memorials of the Easter Rising

ISBN-13:
978-0000000000

Author:
Ray Bateson

Publisher:
Irish Graves Publications

Guideline Price:
€24.99

In the midst of almost 500 pages of graves, monuments and other sombre representations of the 1916 Rising, Ray Bateson briefly mentions a cricket bat. It is no ordinary example, admittedly, but “the cricket bat that died for Ireland”.

Shot while on display in the window of Elverys on O’Connell Street during Easter week 1916, the bat remained in that window for many years, bearing its bullet and its martyrdom for every passerby to see.

It makes its way into Bateson’s exhaustive compendium of memorials because it is an “unusual” exception to the plaques, Celtic crosses and monumental figures that mark the memorial landscape of the Rising in every county and, indeed, in countries far beyond Ireland. (Argentina, Australia and the US, among others, mark Easter 1916, too.)

In its peculiar way this bat sums up the challenge at the heart of this book and, perhaps, at the heart of much of the soul-searching and hand-wringing about the centenary of the Rising.

With clever and witty irreverence, someone in Elverys realised that this bat might be good for business. What Bateson’s book perhaps unwittingly shows is the extent to which individuals, groups, organisations and political parties have been doing something ever so slightly similar since. Although Bateson acknowledges that his book will probably be used as a work of reference that few will read from cover to cover, the impression that mounts across the pages is a sense of how much has been read by so many into those few striking days almost a century ago.


Private grief
Bateson makes no distinction between gravestones and more formal public memorials – and maybe he should not, as lines blur here between private grief and public memorialisation and commemoration. Groups with no family connections can be found erecting gravestones to 1916’s dead, and, like any other contested part of our past, the Rising emerges from these pages as a much desired and sought-after thing, whatever its form.

The book does not outline the pedigree of every memorial it lists, but when it does pin down the memorial seed, breed and generation it is clear that these memorials stake their own claims to the Rising, whether they were erected by the Friends of Sinn Féin Australia or the Irish Countrywomen’s Association. Plaques mark several places where Irish Volunteers assembled and disbanded and did not take part. They show how important it was at different times since 1916 to claim some kind of connection with it, even if it was just a connection with what might have been.