Lundi découverte: le bizarreum, le musée du bizarre et macabre.

 Et pour conclure cette petite série de chaînes, voilà la plus macabre de toutes.
Macabre, mais pas gratuitement. Tenue par une vraie spécialiste en thanatopraxie, mais également passionnée d'histoire et d'archéologie, qui a décidé de faire connaître son métier, ce n'est pas une chaîne qui fait dans le sensationnel ou l'appât à clics.

Je n'avais pas d'image donc comme on  va parler entre autres de rites funéraires, ben.. Boris Karloff en Momie!

Et le cimetière le plus célèbre du monde ( hé, oui, qu'on le veuille ou non, c'est un cimetière)

J'ai donc évidemment commencé par la série " cabinets de curiosités et objets funéraires". Je connaissais les bijoux en cheveux, les photos mortuaires, les cercueils à fenêtres.. mais j'ai découvert par exemple Frozen Charlotte ( ou Frozen Charles , sa version masculine), une mini poupée de porcelaine en vogue au XIX° siècle, très abordables, vendues dans un petit cercueil,  offertes en masse aux enfants, utilisées comme fèves.. et inspirées d'une chanson macabre intitulée " un cadavre va au bal". Lol!

une petite collection de Charles et Charlotte de toutes tailles>
avec leurs cercueils, c'est-y-pas-mignon?
Bon allez, disons que ce sont des baignoires.

Chanson qui rappelle quelque peu le pont de Nantes, en ce que la femme qui insiste pour n'en faire qu'à sa tête et aller danser, meurt.
La jeune Charlotte part danser avec son fiancé, elle s'assoit dans un traîneau conduit par Charles mais refuse de se couvrir de couvertures, sinon, on ne verrait plus ses beaux habits de soie.  Mauvaise idée, le temps d'arriver à la fête, elle est raide morte congelée. Et Charles de tristesse, meurt le lendemain.
Sympa, hein?

1.
Young Charlotte lived by the mountainside,
In a lonely, dreary spot;
No other dwelling for three miles round,
Except her father’s cot.
And yet on many a winter’s eve,
Young swains would gather there,
For her father kept a social abode,
And she was very fair

2.
Her father liked to see her dressed,
Just like some city belle;
She was the only child he had,
He loved his daughter well.
Her hair was black as raven’s wings,
Her skin was lily fair,
And her teeth were like the pearls of white,
None with her could compare

3.
At a village just sixteen miles off,
There’s a merry ball tonight,
Although the air is freezing cold,
Her heart is warm and light.
And there she watched with an anxious look,
‘Til a well-known voice she heard,
And driving up to the cottage door,
Young Charles in his sleigh appeared.

4.
The mother to her daughter said,
“These blankets round you fold;
For it is a dreadful night, you know,
You’ll catch your death of cold.”
“Oh, no! Oh, no!” the darling cried,
She laughed like a gypsy queen,
“For to ride in blankets muffled up,
I never could be seen.”

5.
“My silken cloak, it’s quite enough –
You know it’s lined throughout.
Besides I have a silk mantle,
To tie my face about.”
The gloves and bonnet being on,
They jumped into the sleigh,
And away they did ride o’er the mountainside
And the hills so far away.

6.
There is music in the sounds of bells,
As over the hills they go;
What a creaking wake the runners make,
As they bite the frozen snow.
And away they then go silently,
‘Til five cold miles were passed,
And Charles with these few frozen words,
The silence broke at last.

7.
“Such a night as this I never knew,
My lines I scarce can hold.”
With a trembling voice young Charlotte cried,
“I am exceeding cold.”
He cracked the whip, he urged his steed
Much faster than before,
Until at last five other cold miles,
In silence they rode o’er.

8.
“How very fast the freezing air
Is gathering on my brow.”
With a trembling voice young Charlotte cried,
“I’m growing warmer now.”
And away they did ride o’er the mountainside,
And through the pale star light,
Until the village inn they reached,
And the ballroom hove in sight.

9.
When they reached the inn, young Charles jumped out,
And gave his hand to her,
“Why sit you there like a monument,
And have no power to stir?”
He called her once, he called her twice,
She answered not a word;
He called all for her hand again,
But still she never stirred.

10.
He stripped the mantle off her brow,
And the pale stars on her shone,
And quickly into the lighted hall,
Her helpless form was born.
They tried all within their power,
Her life for to restore,
But Charlotte was a frozen corpse,
And is never to speak more.

11.
He threw himself down by her side,
And the bitter tears did flow,
He said, “My dear and intended bride,
You never more shall know.”
He threw his arms around her neck,
He kissed her marble brow,
And his thoughts went back to the place where she said,
“I am growing warmer now.”

12.
They bore her out into the sleigh,
And Charles with her rode home,
And when they reached the cottage door,
Oh, how her parents mourned!
They mourned the loss of their daughter dear,
And Charles mourned o’er her doom,
Until at last his heart did break,
Now they both slumber in one tomb.

Playliste "médico-légale" : l'histoire des morgues, la ferme des corps,  archéologie et enquêtes judiciaires...

Très original aussi " mourir en beauté": quand les accessoires de mode peuvent être dangereux: corsets, crinolines, perruques, pieds bandés.. Il n'y a pas encore les crèmes de beauté à base de radium, mais ça mériterait!

Certaines vidéos correspondent à plusieurs thématiques, ici, je sais qu'il y a des fans: époque victorienne en général

Et evidemment pour moi, archéologie et anthopologie. Visites de cimetières, nécropoles, découvertes archéologiques ...

Je n'ai évidemment pas encore tout vu, je vais le faire peu à peu au cours de l'année mais.. encore une chaîne coup de coeur

Mais le Bizarreum, c'est aussi un site: visites, podcast, un " club des taphophiles" ( c'est pour moi ça!), un cours de thanatologie en ligne ( en fait, des conférences enregistrées, si je pensais voir ça un jour!)
Bref, il y a là de quoi faire!