Tonight we attended the 11th Annual Lantern Festival at Forest Hills Cemetery right here in Jamaica Plain. This is the first time we’ve attended since moving to JP as last year I was violently ill at the time the festival occurred. This year we had just as good a reason not to go and that is the fact that a toddler should not be kept out past his bedtime. What could it hurt, I convinced myself, to just go around the corner for a little fresh air and fun, he’ll enjoy it. We paid the price in the screams of an overtired boy, alas.
If in good health and accompanied by well-rested children, the Lantern Festival is definitely a great event. Inspired by East Asian traditions, the Lantern Festival is a way to pay tribute to lost loved ones by decorating a lantern, lighting it and setting it afloat at dusk on Lake Hibiscus. “Drifting and flickering with the wind, the lanterns symbolize the soul’s journey when life ends.”
There is also a great variety of music and dance leading up to the floating of the lanterns including taiko drumming, gospel, and as we discovered among a dark section of gravestones, a bagpiper playing “Amazing Grace.”
Our lantern is lit.
Our lantern floats off to join the other on Lake Hibiscus
One of the most beautiful sites you'll see in Boston.
This bagpiper appeared out of a dark corner of the cemetery playing "Amazing Grace"
As an added bonus, here’s the best creepy movie you’ll ever see of a bagpiper playing in a very dark cemetery.
Forest Hills Cemetery is one of our favorite places in Boston and we’re members of The Forest Hills Educational Trust, definitely worth joining for their variety of arts and cultural events. Below are some previous posts I’ve made about Forest Hills:
Author: Mark Kurlansky
Title: The Last Fish Tale
Publication Info: Blackstone Audiobooks, Inc. (2008)
Mark Kurlansky, author of excellent books about Cod and Salt, takes on the unique fishing town of Gloucester, Massachusetts in this work. Kurlansky approaches Gloucester from all angles with a historical survey stretching back to colonial times (and earlier), cultural and sociological insights into Gloucester people, and every so often throws in a traditional seafood recipe for good measure. Kurlansky alternates between fish tales – adventures of exaggerated braggadocio – and Gloucester tales – peculiarly tragice stories of those who went down in ships.
Mostly though, this is a book about Gloucester’s life blood – the fisheries and the commercial fisherman who sail out into them. In fact, Kurlansky ventures far beyond Gloucester to Canada, Britain, and Europe to other fishing villages who essentially share the same ecosystem and suffer the same fate of fishing villages in a time of dwindling stocks, pollutions, and sometimes counterproductive government regulation. This is a fascinating and lively book and I really enjoyed a learning a bit about a town so close to home, yet so distinctly separate.
Recommended books: Trawler: A Journey Through the North Atlantic by Redmond O’Hanlon; Ptown: Art, Sex, and Money on the Outer Cape by Peter Manso; The Perfect Storm: A True Story of Men against the Sea by Sebastian Junger