They’re everywhere we go. Well, everywhere scenic, that is.
You’ll find them by stunning natural wonders, architectural marvels, and
poignant memorials to the fallen.
And they have got to stop.
Example 1
At the top of Sulphur Mountain, Alberta, we visited a
memorial to some scientists. during the 1950s, These dedicated people had lived and doggedly worked away in a small hut at the peak for months at a
time, monitoring cosmic rays as Canada’s contribution to the
International Geophysical Year. Their tiny shack has been preserved in its
original state, but visitors can still peep through the window to see the
original valve radios and simple measuring equipment that did so much to
advance human knowledge and make gizmos like the internet possible. And on the
wall outside, we can also study graffiti saying that Tim was here, with Kate,
Kenzo, Sarah, Vijay and Chan-Lee, all helpfully troubling to bring their own thick
felt-tip pens to the top of a mountain (arriving by cable-car gondola) to let
the rest of us know they, too, were here in 2013.
Thanks, guys. We’re glad to
know.
But with the graffiti, there had to be padlocks too, fixed
to the fence and left behind by couples as memorials to their declarations of love
and affection. How romantic! What a fitting memorial to the scientists who
struggled to complete their researches in such hard conditions, finally having
their efforts crowned with the tribute left by Brad and Julia from Toronto,
costing $4.99 at their local hardware store ! Romance? No, it’s Litter, and it’s becoming a plague around
the world.
Example 2
In Budapest, Hungary, on the banks of the River Danube,
there’s a powerful tribute to the hundreds of Jewish citizens and other
‘undesirables’ who were machine-gunned and then dumped in the
river, when the Nazis went about their hellish work in the 1940s. In memory of
the executed, an inspired artist created a whole series of pairs of bronze
shoes cemented to the ground on the river bank not far from the Parliament
building. Its human, its breathtakingly
simple- but not so simple as the fool who decided to fix a padlock to the
buckle of one of these shoes.
What was that person thinking? In fact, were they thinking
at all? It’s like painting ‘Sean loves Sharon’ on the Cenotaph. All right,
perhaps the wombats who did it were young, and in love, and love has a way of
putting the critical faculties on hold. But the shoes and the inscriptions (and
the flowers laid alongside), might have provided a bit of a clue that this was
not the right place.
Example 3
Paris. This is probably where it all started, unfortunately. There’s a
bridge close to the underpass where Princess Diana and Dodi Fayed met their
unfortunate end in a car crash. It’s a sad story. But in the aftermath, someone
obviously thought that the most fitting tribute to the couple was the fixing of
a padlock to a nearby bridge. Then somebody else saw it… and you know the rest. See the picture.
The Paris authorities finally decided that Enough was Enough
when the padlocked bridge was becoming a tourist destination in itself, and the combined weight of the padlocks was threatening the integrity of the structure. All that love was threatening to bring down
an important crossing point over the Seine. So one day, workmen with bolt-cutters spent
many happy hours, removing and trashing the lot. Good.
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But oh, you nasty bully. Don’t you have a little space in
your heart for romance and living gestures? Well, Mrs PGD will have to answer
for that, but I’d have to say I’m still learning, slowly and painfully about
what love and romance really means.
But as for leaving empty-headed gestures that spoil a public
landmark? It’s like those nincompoops who add their me-too scrawls to the
remnants of the Berlin Wall, ignoring everything the original inscriptions were
demanding… and even blotting them out, for pity’s sake. ‘Lovelocks’ turn a
personal gesture into a public statement, and the best public statement for
love that I know is a wedding ring. Mine is thankfully, still sitting there on my
finger now, after 35 years. It’s scratched and full of memories, it’s the
symbol of something incredibly precious to me- but it doesn’t besmirch a
national monument.
So for all those sweet romantics wanting to go public with
their love... Try wearing a wedding ring- if you’re brave enough.
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