Wednesday, June 19, 2013

InSpiring

  Since the beginning of this blog I always intended to write one post centered on the spires for which Oxford is so famous. I have been collecting an assortment of pictures to illustrate the beautiful architecture of this university town, and I began realizing the more we traveled that I wanted to include spires from everywhere we have visited along the way. So, not only is this a collection of spires but also a road map of our journeys through England and France.
  Spires are the identity of the city and the University of Oxford. Each spire is usually a College building or chapel, and with 38 Colleges comprising the University, it is no wonder that this city is famous for its multitude of spires. These are a few of my favorites.

 
    This is entrance to my college at Oxford- Christchurch. The Christchurch spire is very distinctive,  which I found very helpful in my first few days...I could locate Christchurch from blocks away! The tower itself is called the Tom Tower and houses the Tom Gate, which is the main entrance way to the college. It is actually quite famous on the Oxford skyline, and was designed by Christopher Wren.











    It may not, by technical definition, be a spire. But you can see the top before you can see the rest of the building, and it is fast becoming one of my favorite museums. It is the Ashmolean Museum, named in honor of Elias Ashmole who collected a great deal of the original artifacts in the 1600s and stipulated that the collection must be displayed in a custom-built museum. It was renovated in 2009, and appears fresh and modern. I love it because it is a free museum very close to home to which I can easily walk. Mummies, greek statues, anglo-saxon relics, chinese porclain, and modern art all call the Ashmolean home. Its an amazing place.
       

      This little spire is located in Stratford, the home of William Shakespeare. With all its little towers fitted into the main spire, it seemed more like something out of a fairytale or disney than anything one might see in real life. It stood all by itself in the middle of the road, and we had a pretty view of it from the pub where we stayed for a bit to dodge the rain.



  This is the spire of the church of St. John the Baptist, which serves as the parish church for the town of Windsor. It is hardly a block away from Windsor Castle. The pastor is the Rev. Ainsley Laird Swift, whose name I find so interesting I had to include it. The original building was presumed to be built in the 11th century - was referenced as an older church in 1184 - but repair cost so much by the 18th century that a total rebuild began to be considered. By 1822, the structure we see today was complete. It's strange to think that these spires (nearly 200 years old!) are actually startlingly new compared with what they replaced.


    These two images are of spires in London! You probably don't need a second glance to realize that the second picture is Big Ben. But can you guess the first? 
    Big Ben, the famous clocktower synonymous with London itself, is the third-tallest standing clocktower in the world. It was built in 1858. Officially the tower that houses the clock is known as "Elizabeth Tower" in honor of Queen Elizabeth's 2012 Diamond Jubilee. But how did this bell (and purists insist the nickname is for the bell only)--which is attached to the Palace of Westminster--get the name Big Ben? It will probably be debated until the end of time. However, two hypotheses are that it may have been named after Sir Benjamin Hall, who supervised the installation of the bell, or the popular figure Benjamin Caunt, the English Heavyweight Champion of boxing.
    The first picture (have you guessed it?) is of Westminster Abbey. I am just going to quote Westminster on this one, there are just too many absolutely awesome things about this place.      

"Westminster Abbey is steeped in more than a thousand years of history. Benedictine monks first came to this site in the middle of the tenth century, establishing a tradition of daily worship which continues to this day. The Abbey has been the coronation church since 1066 and is the final resting place of seventeen monarchs. The present church, begun by Henry III in 1245, is one of the most important Gothic buildings in the country, with the medieval shrine of an Anglo-Saxon saint still at its heart."

    Lets think about how every monarch since William the Conqueror has been crowned in the Abbey. Or that people have been worshipping there for a thousand years. A THOUSAND. And then, of course, let's think about how just two years ago, Kate Middleton wed Prince William in this very church. Its enough to send chills down your spine.

   These spires comprise the beautiful church Sacré-Cœur (Sacred Heart) in the Montmarte area of Paris. It sits on the highest part of Paris and can be seen from every angle of the city. Below this church there are a series of look-out areas over all of Paris. Here we spent the first hours of our time in Paris this past weekend. (Another blog post to come about that fun weekend!)






and then, one of the most splendid spires of all...
  These are the things I have had over my head this past month. A collection and a road map rolled into one!
   So, why are spires so important all over the world, but to Oxford especially? I think that there is a common thread that ties them all together. It doesn't matter when or where they were built. In each case, they were constructed to point to something higher than ourselves. For the Eiffel Tower, it was the national pride. For Christchurch, it is the call to grow in wisdom and knowledge. And for the beautiful churches - Westminster, Sacred Heart, and St. John's - it was to a relationship with our Savior and Lord. They all point to something we cannot achieve on our own. 
  And yet it demonstrates that we are yearning for that goal. 
  Perhaps that is the true beauty in a spire.

















Friday, June 7, 2013

Things that are normal for me now in Oxford...

There are are few things that are starting to become normal for us now that we have been in Oxford a few weeks. Here they are, in countdown fashion:

10. UK telephone booths. After we climbed in this one they
have become quite everyday sights.











9. Trading $ for £
It may have been a little difficult figuring out a new money system, but wasn't long before we knew it like the back of our hand. No longer is the sixpence in circulation, though. That was a disappointment.








8. The one-way street crosswalks that come with instructions. Very helpful when we were first adjusting to the flipped streets...but now I can look the correct way without even checking the pavement to make sure.







7. Reading at the Radcliffe Camera. Okay, maybe I just like to pretend it is already normal. Because I still smile every time I walk through these doors...














6. Laundry takes forever in our flat. Like literally the load I put in this afternoon is still going at 10 PM. And I guess that although it has become mostly normal, that doesn't keep me from complaining!














5. Electrical outlets. I actually think they are pretty cool over here. 

4. The little man who appears to tell us we can safely cross the intersection...we are used to him now and somehow he is just seems distinctly UK...and we mostly follow his direction...















3. Taverns named The Nosebag. Or others equally as inexplicable. We don't recommend the Nosebag unless you get dessert. But pubs names such as the Eagle and Child, the Hobgoblin, the Lamb and Flag, the Mitre, and Three Goats Heads are becoming quite normal to see.







2. The bicycles everywhere. And bicyclists! You have to watch out for them more than for cars. But now we almost wished we had bikes too!










1. Eating McDonalds. Because at the end of the day, we are still Americans. And I guess that's what makes this experience so exciting.

Monday, June 3, 2013

Windsor, not just a royal home


   Saturday we went to Windsor Castle.
   It was absolutely beautiful, the surrounding gardens were immaculate, and over 900 years of history stood proudly on display.
In our Mississippi State seminar under Dr. Ben Harvey, we are discussing collecting. We have covered personal collecting and the study of museum collection, as well the history of collections and philosophy behind objects on display. One aspect of Windsor Castle that struck me was how it functioned as a museum in many aspects, and should be approached in certain ways with that in mind.
    Unfortunately, the Castle does not allow pictures inside any of the rooms. However, I am including a great video from the Royal Collection Trust on Windsor Castle which is definitely worth the three minutes as it includes some wonderful interior footage to give a sense of the lavish splendor of the palace.



    But I want to describe some of the areas to give a better glimpse of why Windsor Castle has very museum-like qualities.
    Firstly, it is a literal treasure-house—not only of gold, silver, and jewels—but of Rembrandt and Rubens, of crowns from Ethiopia, and beautifully ornate carvings of wood or stone at every turn. But it can’t be denied that a good bit of that treasure has a gold component: such as this nautilus cup. It caught my attention in a display case contained in the circular memorial at the end of St. George’s Hall.
   Secondly, it contains a vast amount of history. As I said at the beginning, Windsor contains over 900 years of history. The first King of England to inhabit it was Henry the First—he married there in 1121. Each king after him continued to build up the castle after their own styles, and Edward the Third began the Royal Order of the Garter (which I find intriguing) during his reign of 1327-77. To this day, the Royal Order of the Garter conducts all ceremonies at St. George’s Chapel in Windsor Castle. It was a large component of the English Civil War, Oliver Cromwell setting up headquarters there and using it as a prison for royalists. Queen Victoria spent a large amount of time at Windsor, as revealed by the number of statues and paintings in her honor not only in the Castle but also in the town below. During the World War II, the King and Queen sent their children, Princesses Elizabeth (presently Queen) and Margaret to live at Windsor in greater safety. Each inhabitant contributed to the history that Windsor now contains. Kings and Queens collected objects of value and explorers brought back treasures from abroad to add to the royal collection.


     Lastly, (and this I feel is the greatest argument in my opinion for Windsor being a museum in many ways) the heads of the Royal Collection Trust in charge of the way Windsor is presented to the public have created a very museum-like feeling. I do not esteem this to be a negative. Obviously it is still functioning as a royal residence—a living museum, perhaps?
   But in laying a museum collection and a Windsor Castle display side-by-side, there is little technical difference. Like many great houses, galleries, or museums, Windsor arms each visitor with a headset and posts channel numbers for each room or object to learn more. I found these highly informative, but it linked my Windsor experience with other museum-like explorations, furthering my impression of Windsor functioning as a museum.
   The Royal Collection Trust is very knowledgeable and careful in how they present Windsor Castle to the public, and I believe they did an excellent job in my visit this weekend. By incorporating museum display strategies and exhibits, each room was understood and the objects fully appreciated.
We have learned in our seminar class that museums have very thoughtfully planned out systems of organization, and in this Windsor was phenomenal. When each room could be as much as 900 years old, a lot of uses, designs, and events may be contained in that one space. Windsor created a unified feeling while highlighting changes over the years, so that a true understanding might be gained. However, they have made a conscious decision to emphasize the “palace” side of Windsor, with very little (if any) of the tour relating to the original reason for Windsor: defense. In focusing on the “palace” aspect, Windsor was able to showcase its glories and treasures, presenting the Castle in a unified way to visitors. The valuable objects, the astounding history, and the presentation of Windsor has all the hallmarks of a world-class museum.
It was absolutely beautiful and I certainly enjoyed my time there!

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Around the Cathedral

  With an hour to spare, Natalie and I decided to mosey around Christ Church Cathedral. Originally a housing a priory in 1522, we were so blown away by the absolute beauty of it that I took a lot of pictures and have attached them to their specific places in the Cathedral map. The pictures don't do it justice but I hope you enjoy!
This is the first area we went, immediately to the left.

Next we went to the "Latin Chapel" which was dedicated to the patron saint of Oxford.

These two chapels were separated by several tombs and a very unique sort of "watch tower" from which someone might keep watch of the relics of Oxford's patron saint.
This area is not officially named, but it was so pretty...I wanted to have this little section pictured.
 From the side chapels, you could enter the chancel by this gate.
The altar of this beautiful place of worship!
 Below is the back of the Cathedral viewed from the altar.

  To the right of the chancel stood the chapel of remembrance.
And these were the side doors we exited from.                        AH! It was so beautiful! I keep using that word over and over, but it was such an exciting exploration! Now I'll go back to sipping my hot tea...


Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Streets and Scandal



   At the beginning of our second week, I paused to take a look at how our time in Oxford has been. I know, they speak the same language we do. We are college students and we are at a university. How different can it be?
   Well, let me tell you. It is a different culture. And though I personally love it, today…we have been most definitely shocked.
Perhaps a surprising (a.k.a risqué) picture in the Sun which I was reading in a pub in Stratford should’ve been a clue. I brushed it off as a one-time occurrence…but now I’m second-guessing myself.
    Reading in a bookstore this afternoon, my eye caught sight of the Oxford student newspaper. I won’t go into detail, but the contents were shocking to say the least. Pictures, of course, accompanied. I actually don’t feel comfortable even repeating any of the article titles; it went a little farther than I can handle. Okay, more than a little. Obviously censorship is not quite the same in the UK. But hey, after reading it, we all had a great laugh!

   At don’t even get me started about the roads and traffic here. Our tour guide at the beginning of our time here told us, “Yeah, we get a lot of tourists that die crossing the streets.” We kinda laughed it off then, but been careful despite the fact that the British jaywalk as a hobby. Streets are almost made more for sidewalk overflow than vehicular traffic. And bicyclists? Extremely intrepid. Nevertheless, Natalie and I are actually considering joining their ranks. So watch out, Oxford.
   Despite the crazy news topics and traffic and strange pub names (perhaps that could be a blog post in and of itself?), I really do love this place. Really love it. The differences are fun to discover. Oxford is wonderful and I am enjoying this experience so much. Even the leave-nothing-unsaid newspapers. I’ll never forget that afternoon at the bookstore.

Monday, May 27, 2013

Shakespeare and Stratford

This past Thursday our group went to Stratford to spend the day and watch a Shakespearean play. It was As You Like It, performed by the Royal Shakespearean Theatre. Below is a preview of one of the songs that is sung during the play.


They were absolutely magnificent! I got chills...the performance will (hopefully) live forever in my memory as one of the best plays I have ever experienced.
We actually had wonderful seats. The entire trip was a bit cold and rainy...we spent most of the time dodging bad weather...but it culminated in the most delightful time at the theater! 

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

 So here we are. Oxford. England. The United Kingdom. From the very beginning- our arrival on the tarmac at Heathrow- London did not disappoint. The foggy, overcast, grey-looking city was sunshine to my soul; for it was exactly as I always supposed London to be. Of course, the sky cleared a little by the time we left the airport on a bus a few hours later, but I will never forget the exultation of the sight of London precisely as she has usually been portrayed to me.
 Oxford was a bit different. I hardly knew what to expect. Tired from the all-night flight, I dozed off and on to the sight of green meadows and quaint far-off houses nestled in between. I roused myself as we began drawing closer and closer to Oxford, in eager anticipation of the inspiring architecture and lavishly displayed history. Ready to be charmed, even the first section of older town pleased me. But as we drew nearer the city center, the grandeur and splendor of the true Oxford everyone pictures when they think of the town came into sight. I became overwhelmed with the beauty, the history, the spirit of it.
  I have not rambled through the city with my friends as much as we hope soon to do, for a walking-tour is set for tomorrow with a large group of other summer study students; but I have been greatly impressed this first day with Oxford. It has certainly not fallen short. Every little side street or narrow alley-way seems to lead to unfathomable treasures of varying kinds, and it will be my joy and delight to explore this unique and amazing city for the six weeks I am studying here.
  However, as I thought through these things, a challenge was whispered: Do I, as a Christian, endeavor to seek out a better knowledge of my Lord? I certainly intend to devote boundless energy exploring the treasures of Oxford. Can the same be said about my attitude toward my relationship with Him? If the glories of Oxford only become more breathtaking the closer one travels to the city center, then how much more so will the surpassing glory of God be the closer the intimacy is?