Friday, February 22, 2013

Meet (and love) Charles Eliot!

It is easy to walk past a gray, engraved stone memorial on the Boston Esplanade without much thought.  The memorial is for Charles Eliot (1859-1897); a landscape designer, boyhood oddball, and – as it turns out – key contributor to the Charles River as we know it.                                          

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Charles Eliot: the dude who we are talking about.
Growing up, Charles Eliot was somewhat of an awkward kid.  He was born to a family of great social reputation and wealth, (his father was the President of Harvard), but he himself was considered shy and fragile, more eager to sketch landscapes in his notebook than socialize with friends.  Worried for his son’s “melancholy withdrawals,” his father pressured Charles to gain strength of character through “strenuous life” activities, such as camping and sailing along the coast of New England.  Eliot soon organized and led a small band of Harvard peers that called themselves - in endearingly nerdy fashion - the “Champlain Society in scientific exploration of Mount Desert Island in Maine.”  Such experiences and his lifelong appreciation for nature’s beauty encouraged him to pursue a career in landscape architecture.

As a landscape architect, Eliot outlined three basic goals: to preserve scenery, make it accessible, and improve upon it.  He lobbied ceaselessly for the preservation of nature against commercial interests.  Eliot, whose birthright connected him to a circle of wealth and influence, was able to convince political industries to move industry back from the Lower Charles River.  He directed the early development of the Boston Metropolitan Park System, and published conceptual plans for the esplanades along the Charles River.  Thanks to his efforts, by 1900, streets and railroads had been relocated and the promenade had been built.

Eliot died at the shockingly young age of 37, but his ideas and passion for preservation paved the way for a protection of the land surrounding the Charles River and the park as we know it.  So now, I will think of him every time I see that stone memorial on the Esplanade.  Or better yet – when I take a fresh breath from the city, walk besides the Charles, and appreciate all that is still, thankfully, miraculously preserved :).

Til next time!
Pam

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