Patriot’s Day, the Massachusetts holiday that commemorates the April 19, 1775, Battle of Concord and Lexington, is a big deal in Concord, Massachusetts. I was born in Concord, and lived there for forty years, and Patriot’s Day is still a big deal to me. Patriot’s Day is now celebrated on the Monday following the real day, but no matter. When I was a kid, the parade and the re-enactment of the battle took place on April 19. It really was a big deal: cannon and muskets firing, guys walking around in funny clothes, and us kids running around trying to find the best place to see the Redcoats.
So in commemoration of my favorite holiday of the whole year, here’s Ralph Waldo Emerson’s 1837 poem, often called the Concord Hymn, about the events of April 19 (with my commentary in italics after each stanza):
(Sung to Old 100th.)
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled;
Here once the embattled farmers stood;
And fired the shot heard round the world.
According to the Dolittle prints of 1775, the bridge came up a little in the middle but it’s a stretch to say it arched. The flag carried by the Minutemen and militia-men was the Bedford flag, not the stars and stripes. Not all the militia were farmers, though most were; rather than embattled, they were really the attackers in this skirmish. And the good folks of Lexington would argue that one of their shots, fired several hours earlier in the first skirmish of the day-long battle, was the shot heard ’round the world.
The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps,
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream that seaward creeps.
A number of His Majesty’s troops died at the site of the bridge, and today the approximate location of their graves is marked. The bridge washed out in a spring flood a few years after the battle. The Concord River is indeed dark from tannin.
On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set to-day a votive stone,
That memory may their deeds redeem,
When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
The monument of 1837 was set up on the side of the bridge defended by His Majesty’s troops. Not until 1875 was a monument put up on the side of the river commanded by the colonials — the famous Minuteman statue, by Unitarian sculptor and Concord native Daniel Chester French.
O Thou who made those heroes dare
To die, and leave their children free, —
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raised to them and Thee.
No comment needed, only shed a tear for those who died on both sides of the conflict.
Ah…. Patriot’s Day. I have such very different associations with it. We don’t celebrate it in my part of the country (in fact, we consider Bostonians rather exotic, if we know of it at all). The year I filed my complaint the minister was threatening to reveal my name at a Board meeting on the evening of Patriot’s Day. He had no business doing that, but not many people knew that. I got wind of it mid-day and off and on all afternoon I frantically tried to reach the UUA, but was unable to. Nor had they given me any emergency contact numbers or email addresses. I hope nowadays they give complainants emergency numbers, but somehow, given all the other very serious problems in the process, it seems unlikely.
uugrrl — The Boston area does tend to shut down for Patriot’s Day, which can be very disconcerting to people from out of state. One of the problems with the Unitarian Universalist Association (UUA) is that they fall into the old trap of thinking Boston is the hub of the solar system, and that everyone celebrates the same holidays they do — so it’s not just the issue of complainants being given an emergency number, it’s also the issue of the UUA learning to see itself as a truly national (not just Bostonian) institution. (Actually, I’m astonished that the UUA even takes Patriot’s Day as a holiday — for all my years of working in Massachusetts, until I came to New Bedford I always had to work on Patriot’s Day unless I took a personal day.)
What’s even more confusing is Evacuation Day. Celebrated only in Suffolk County, Massachusetts, (which is basically Boston), no one else in the world knows this holiday exists. Yet every year, this obscure holiday shuts down state government and the many non-profits based in Boston. Once you realize that Evacuation Day takes place on March 17, and that there’s a large Irish population in Boston, it all makes sense — but even so, this stupid holiday still catches me by surprise.