Have you
watched The Elephant Man, the deeply sad
tale of John Merrick who suffered from Proteus Syndrome, a condition that
caused his body to grotesquely deform from an early age. Destitute he became a
main feature in circus freak show before for a kindly doctor saved him. With repugnant
looks it’s difficult to think he was born of a woman but he was - and here I am
at his mum’s grave.
Little is known about her but she was 25 and
pregnant when she married Joseph, a taxi driver (they’d have three children in
total.) Their baby Joseph seemed healthy
for his first two years but they must have been alarmed to see a hard tumour
form in his mouth and bumps down his left side. Mary sought various medical treatments
but without success. Aged five Joseph suffered a crippling injury to his left hip.
Mary showed unfailing gentleness and love to her
son teaching him to read and write. She managed the family haberdashery shop,
ran the household and care for their three children. Just 27 she died of
bronchial pneumonia and is buried here where I’m stood. One of her other sons
William is also buried here having died of Scarlet Fever aged four. Her husband
and daughter are buried together in a different cemetery.
Joseph never forgot her tenderness and in the
show pamphlet about the freak show in which he appeared he wrote of her:
"Peace to her, she was a good mother to me." He died in hospital aged
27, his deformities and head growing until the day he died in his asleep in
April 1890. His skeleton is on display in Royal London Hospital and other parts
of him are buried at the City of London Cemetery and Crematorium.
There's a wee plaque by the headstone so tell the
observer who lies there but there's no mention of The Elephant Man. This is Mary's
family grave but on the plaque I noticed the name "Merrick" and knew
only one person with that name. With a little research I deduced this was his
mum. What short and unlucky lives they had. I did a salute and left.



