The Romanov Tombs
You need to know your iconostasis from your elbow and not muddle them up with a reredos in Russian churches. But let’s get back to my childhood at Barmeath. My grandfather was a fount of knowledge and I lapped it up, like I slurp gin now. The general sense of the story was more important to him than getting bogged down in tedious detail; so I believed my forebear, José de Mendoza y Rios, was mathematician to the Tsar. He may have been but certainly he was a foreign member of the Swedish Academy of Sciences. Anyway, I am in St Petersburg to sniff the cold damp air that he may have inhaled.
Boris Godunov is buried in a monastery not far from Moscow and he’s not a Romanov so needn’t detain us. Almost all the Romanov rulers of Russia are buried in the Peter and Paul Cathedral inside the P&P fortress island in St Petersburg. January is low season in St P as there’s hardly any daylight but the likelihood of plenty of sleet and rain. On the plus side there are few tourists; airport, palaces and hotel are empty. But we must crack on to the cadavers of the Tsars, their wives and children. All the tombs, except for two, are of Carrera marble but they do not house the bones. Bones are buried two metres below the floor, Vera, our cultured guide imparted. You may know this mnemonic poem. If you don’t, it’s how to remember almost all the kings and queens of England.
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- Willie Willie Harry Stee
- Harry Dick John Harry three;
- One two three Neds, Richard two
- Harrys four five six… then who?
- Edwards four five, Dick the bad,
- Harrys (twain), Ned six (the lad);
- Mary, Bessie, James you ken,
- Then Charlie, Charlie, James again…
- Will and Mary, Anna Gloria,
- Georges four, Will four Victoria;
- Edward seven next, and then
- Came George the fifth in nineteen ten;
- Ned the eighth soon abdicated
- Then George six was coronated;
- After which Elizabeth
- And that’s all folks until her death.
As there doesn’t seem to be a Russian equivalent I learnt about the Tsars from looking at their tombs. This proved essential to put further sightseeing in context. The Romanov dynasty ruled from 1613 when the seventeen year-old Michael I was elected Tsar until 1917 when Nicholas II abdicated and was murdered with his wife, family and servants the following year. Their bodies were recovered and buried in the cathedral in July 1998, the 80th anniversary of their death. We reflected on this in a side chapel listening to Gregorian chant sung for us by four choristers.
Later we visited a shop where I bought this tasteful souvenir of the House of Windsor.
The Battle of the Palaces
I don’t think it’s extravagant to have winter and summer duvets. The rulers of Russia thought it quite comme il faut to have winter and summer palaces. What is perhaps less well known, they knocked them down or left them unfinished when fashion changed. The main protagonists in this “battle” were Catherine the Great and her son, Paul I. Here is Catherine’s palace.
Her son hired Palladian architect, Charles Cameron, and came up with this very different palace. The dome reminds me of Ickworth in Suffolk, built at about the same time.
Meanwhile back at home Chiswick House has been “decorated” to celebrate Chinese New Year – oh dear.
Sounds like an amazing trip! Hope you had a good time xx
I pondered for a moment as to whether yr grandpa was a fount or a font of knowledge. I now realise that font would be a mondegreen in this context rather than just wrong. A new word to add to my personal fount.
What absolute delight that ‘Blog Bellew’ has returned to the previous format I had known and loved for so long.
Recent posts had become somewhat slack, refractory and disjointed, splattered with superfluous subheadings and much subdued humour.
Thankfully, at last, we have the return to something biographical, the authors ever entertaining family, laced with interesting anecdote, with more than a hint of frivolity: BLOG BLISS!
The author may believe my continuous negitivity is marked by calumny, but be assured my comments are designed solely to ensure his writing realises its full potential. He may never know how much joy and consolation his posts provide, especially during the ennui of winter in the depths of rural Eire.
I must, however, be measured in my praise, as too much adulation may spoil him.
Christopher, I don’t know whether you will receive this now (Jan 21) asI am writing in relation to your post St Petersburg blog of very nearly a year ago. However, I have just received belatedly, due to the vagaries of the post, a Christmas present, China Mieville’s , ‘OCTOBER The Story of the Russian Revolution’. A dry and humourless subject one would think, but I cannot tell how wonderfully it is brought to life by the ability to visualise the iconic locations in the city that form the canvas of the preamble to the revolution. Anyway, I commend it: you would enjoy it, I fancy.
Aye,
Anthony
Thank you, Anthony, it sounds right up my prospekt.
“In the first world war, the Bolsheviks wished to see their fatherland defeated. While heroic Russian soldiers and officers shed their blood at the front, some were shaking Russia from within. They shook it to the point that Russia as a state collapsed and declared itself defeated by a country that had lost the war. It is nonsense, it is absurd, but it happened.”
I will order a copy and remember Ireland in 1916.