weekend of events commemorating the 350th anniversary of the Great Plague of London, a small troupe of actors was re-enacting one of the dismal processions you could have seen in London that hot and fetid summer.
There were a couple of labourers to draw the cadaver-filled cart, a couple of doctors in sinister masks and capes, a couple of healthy-looking near-dead to hand out flyers, and for added colour a tavern "hostess" and Daniel Defoe (somewhat a-historically, since he would actually have been a toddler at the time, and created his Journal of the Plague Year from other sources much later).
Which does make you wonder, especially with all the horrors in the world
just at the moment, how long does it take for "horrible histories" to
become something one can laugh at or with?
The procession broke up when it reached St Botolph's church, with its exhibition on the event, and even the corpse got to give an interview for the TV.
oh this is fabulous! I am one of those morbid types who finds The Great Mortality fascinating.ReplyDelete
Sometimes I really miss London... although Torrington did set fire to a life sized version of Trumpton the other day.ReplyDelete
" ... how long does it take for "horrible histories" to become something one can laugh at or with?"ReplyDelete
Some generations I guess.