Like many addicts, it started with a single line. Except, in my case, it was on a bench, a little way off the main path on Hampstead Heath.
I suppose I’d dabbled before, often glancing at a name – an Ethel Campbell or a Dorothy Rather – and spending a moment creating a backstory. Sometimes it was easy, with Ethel, for example, being a “vegetarian, socialist, pacifist”. Sometimes it was hard: Dorothy Rather may have “fed the birds”, but was that her life, I’d wonder; was that it?
One morning in May several years ago I had a stronger hit. Dragged across the Heath’s dense network of paths by the mutt, I stumbled across the king of memorial benches. It said, in upper case: “‘THEY COULD DO WITH A BENCH HERE’, LEWIS GREIFER 1915 – 2003”.
I was hooked: seven stark words conveying character, humour – and utility. It was almost a haiku.
I spent the rest of that day scouring the Heath for benches, taking pictures. In their reduction of a life to a line, the dedications were funny, touching, aspirational, literary. Many were a Greek chorus expressing sentiments previously unspoken: “Take one day, rest a while, and pretend the world is just for you”, “Live life as a monument to your soul”. Others offered transcendence: “May this bench bring peace to all who rest on it.” And humour was sometimes light – “I don’t do walks, please be seated”…
…and sometimes dark. There’s a particular inscription that lies deep within the sylvan swathes of what Hampstead-dwellers fancifully term Middle Heath. Shielded by a prehistoric oak with claw-like roots, it’s fingered by moss and dirt: ‘For Mr Jo and His Dogs. Dead Gloriously Dead.’
Who calls themselves ‘Mr Jo’, for a start? And what about the dogs? Did they all pop their clogs together? Maybe his death was a release, its benign nature resounding across the heavens. Or were he and his canine companions actually hated? Dead, gloriously dead, indeed..
I spent a couple of years writing about these quiet stories, including a weekly column, Bench Marks, in Time Out magazine, and curating a pop-up gallery. Over the coming months you’ll be able to read these tales again.
But for a most inspiring Free Weekend, head to the Heath, or Regent’s Park, or along the South Bank, and contemplate a handful of the millions of other lives that have filled the ‘Smoke. And if you want to know more about Lewis Greifer, his story is here.
Words & pictures: Stephen Emms
A version of this article first appeared in The Times Saturday Magazine.
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you can enjoy Ben Garfields film inspired by the original article at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4V8VeuvlTlw
Or you can look at the feature we did on the film last year here.
Wonderful article! My favourite thing to do on the the Heath is to makeup the history of the people written on the benches- nice to know I’m not the only one! 🙂