Thursday, June 7, 2012

Another side of the Jubilee

On Tuesday, we took the short train ride from Cambridge to the town of Ely, a small village with an enormous cathedral, built in the 11th century on a much older religious site. The building is referred to as "The Ship of the Fens," since before the fens were drained, the town was actually an island (its name means "island of eels"), so the cathedral would appear to be floating in the middle of the water.

It's an amazing place and a lovely town, and we've visited several times. When we stumbled in there on Tuesday (literally, since I couldn't figure out how to work the complicated wrought-iron latch in the door), the place seemed surprisingly noisy. It was then that we noticed the giant projection-screen TV set in the open area below the octagonal tower, right in front of the pulpit.

The docent apologized, explaining that they were "just waiting for the carriage procession from Westminster to begin"...and sure enough, the TV was tuned to BBC 1's live broadcast of the ongoing Jubilee celebrations.

Apparently, there had been a big Jubilee celebration in the Village the previous day, out behind the cathedral, and the TV was in place so that people could come in to watch the concert from Buckingham Palace.

There were tables decked out in red, white, and blue cloths, bunting strung between the enormous columns in the nave, and tea and cake for sale in the back in case you wanted to sit and have a cuppa while watching the festivities.

In the cathedral's Lady Chapel (always an odd moniker, I think, for a room that's bigger than most entire church buildings in the U. S.), local youth and gardening groups had created floral displays to commemorate each of the decades of the Queen's reign...some more on-point than others, but each touching in its own earnest way.

And I'll admit: when the carriage procession started up, we sat down and watched it, too. How odd to be sitting in a magnificent, thousand-year old cathedral watching TV, seeing Kate Middleton's smiling face rolling past on a giant screen, while some fellow tourists sitting in front of us tried to get their toddler to take a nap across several folding chairs knocked together.

It seemed totally absurd, silly even, until I remembered that of course, the Queen is also the head of the church here. In that sense, it was perfectly fitting. The first event of the morning had been a "Service of Thanksgiving" for Her Majesty at St. Paul's Cathedral, and if you're going to watch it on TV anyway, what better place to watch it than in a fine old cathedral that's many hundreds of years older than St. Paul's?

It's the moments of unexpected serendipity like this that I love most about traveling--the ones that nudge you to reassess your initial impressions of a place or a phenomenon. (Granted, some of those moments don't so much "nudge" as shove, and it takes longer to appreciate them.) And, it made a welcome change from all the commercial Jubilee kitsch I posted about last time. Community kitsch is much more appealing.

(Apologies, by the way, for the way photos are appearing in these recent'd think the iPad would be the perfect distance blogging tool, but it's surprisingly difficult to use for these purposes.)


Rosemary said...

Details about the Photos, from top to bottom:

--Union-Jack bunting strung across the cathedral nave
--Floral tribute to the Queen's coronation decade, the 1950s
--Kate goes by on the big screen
--Floral tribute to the past decade; this section focuses on the deaths of Princess Margaret and the Queen Mother, and the Queen's visit to Ely to mark the cathedral's 1000th year
--More bunting
--Queen on the screen
--Floral tribute to the 1990s, with a focus on the fire at Windsor Castle (the sign on the left says "out of the ashes"--I think this is supposed to be a Phoenix (?!)
--Work horses and ponies grazing in the pasture outside the cathedral

Pam said...

This to me is what the church should be all about. To be a place for a community to come together in celebration and grief and everything else in between. So sensible these Brits.

Anonymous said...

I can smell England, just looking at your pics. (Seriously.)