In search of the stonecutters’ beautiful legacy

by Tom Poland

I love back roads and their fading vestiges of yesteryear.
Bull Durham and Coca Cola ads painted onto brick and old Camel cigarette signs don’t bother me at all. In fact, I love ’em, and, no, I never chewed or smoked. Classic signs of the past belong in a realm called art.
How about modern signs? No.
They clutter life and prove that we could use stricter sign ordinances. Brings to mind that hippy anthem, “Sign, sign, everywhere a sign, blockin’ out the scenery, breakin’ my mind. Do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the sign?” Yes, Les Emmerson, but I prefer not to.
Signs. How they blight the land.
And now digital billboards join messages painted onto tin, nailed onto wood, sealed in plastic, printed on vinyl, and signs scrawled onto cardboard.
Though painful, notice all the signs … banners, real estate signs, highway and safety signs, billboards, sandwich signs, window decals, vehicles wrapped in graphics, yard sale signs, and even signs disguised as awnings.
I never see a sign wired with electronics and think, “An artist created that.” No, I suffer sign fatigue as moronic messages and flashing lights assault optic nerves, but I have wonderful news. Digital signs are only as good as their power supply. Tin rusts. Wood rots. Plastic fades.

Tom Poland

Given enough orbits around the sun Father Time kills all signs save one, and it isn’t a sign truth be told; it’s a monument, an obelisk, and it’s cut from Mother Earth herself. “Come, stroll with me through an old cemetery. Welcome to the Stonecutter’s Museum where grace, beauty, and sentiment surround us.”
Stonecutters’ designs, etchings, engravings, and bas relief in and on Italian marble and granite left us a beautiful, enduring legacy. In an aged cemetery you immerse yourself in history, art and culture. Families took pride in gravestones as they expressed love, loss, and status, and one aged graveyard, walled in part, as one wall has collapsed, draws me back as few places do.
This Huguenot place of rest holds the graves of Rev. Jean Louis Gibert (1722-1773), leader of the 1764 French Huguenot settlement at New Bordeaux and grandfather of James L. Petigru, and Louise Gibert Allston, daughter of Governor R.F.W. Allston, among others. The grave that most draws me is Martha Petigru’s. “Her sun went down while it was yet day.” Stonecutter W. T. White engraved this beautiful if perplexing line chosen from Jeremiah 15: 9.
As final resting places go, old cemeteries trump modern ones. I never explore memorial gardens with their metal plaques. And headstones, while dignified, are manufactured by modern methods: water erosion and diamond saw blades, lasers, and torches. That seems, well, wrong. The headstones seem utilitarian at best. They give us names, dates, and dashes and sometimes a sculpture. Pretty much that’s it.
Like kudzu, modern life supplants all, and the golden days of gravestone carving in this country are over. They began during the 19th Century and continued into the 1920s, an era when gravestone sculptors left a monumental legacy.
Wearing no safety goggles, with no OSHA headaches, and few power tools, they chipped, incised, scored, and chiseled, rasped, and carved with such talent that “cemetery stone carver” became a well-respected profession.
Their art form earned them a livelihood, and like painters and authors, they signed their works. So, who was W.T. White who engraved his name at the base of Martha’s stone?
He was one of many fine carvers from Charleston whose lineage you can trace to Thomas Walker, a Scottish master stone carver who landed in Charleston not long after the Revolution. In South Carolina when you spot an exquisite gravestone in an old cemetery, chances are a Walker or a White created it.
I am certain Martha Petigru was beautiful; her monument is, and though W.T. White never met Martha they’re connected for eternity in a cemetery overlooking Clarks Hill Lake. I pay them my respects as often as I can in a Stonecutter’s Museum called Badwell Cemetery. You can, too.

Author: Stephan Drew

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