Between Relic and Ruin


Drogedah, Ireland

Droghedah, Ireland

The Oxford Dictionary provides four definitions of the word “relic“:

1.  An object esteemed and venerated because of association with a saint or martyr.

At Edinburgh Castle, in the Norman remains of Saint Margaret’s Chapel, for example, one can still see such relics as the stained-glass window dedicated to this “Pearl of Scotland,” and an altar cloth embroidered with earth and floral tones, highlighted with luminescent pearls and spun gold thread.

Saint Margaret’s Tapestry, Chapel at Edinburgh Castle, Scotland

2.  A form of some past outmoded practice, custom, or belief.

An electronically outmoded practice I am determined to revive is the art of letter-writing– actually using ink and paper to convey thoughts and feelings to family and friends.

Trinity College Library’s Great Room, Dublin, Ireland

When I was young I frequently corresponded with my grandmother, who lived in New York City but whom I only had a chance to see a few times a year.  I saw her even less when she moved to California, but she lived to set eyes on my son Sam, her first great-grandchild, and if I see her handwriting I can see and hear her still.

I remember sharing with her a quote I had come across in Honore de Balzac’s Pere Goriot: “A letter is a soul, so faithful an echo of the speaking voice that to the sensitive it is among the richest treasures of love.”

Thus handwritten letters’  squiggles and curves and angles capture a personality, while their content preserves a voice, and transforms those missives into a third kind of relic. . . .

3.  Souvenir, memento.

My souvenirs and mementos are innumerable; Jim’s were very few.  I still carry the flattened penny given to him by his friend Gerard, a memento of youthful adventures, of friendship, of the great outdoors and of the extended family’s cabin retreat in the quiet of far northern Maine.

4.  A survivor or remnant left after decay, disintegration, or disappearance.


There seems to be a blurry line–a rainbow’s edge–between relic and ruin.  One could look at what’s still standing–the lone tower left from a stone wall that once encircled Drogheda during an ancient siege, a hilltop stone arch interrupted by a cavernous open space through which sunset calls–and call it ruins.  Or one could look at the same crumbled structures as sturdy, enduring survivors of forces which ravaged what was once inextricably part of them.

Oh . . . wait .  That’s me, isn’t it?

It’s what’s still standing, and all that remains despite everything the magnitude of what has gone, gone away.



About Stephanie

In her spare time, Stephanie works full-time, and then some, as an attorney. She has published articles and delivered talks in arcane fields like forensic evidentiary issues, jury instructions, and expert scientific witness preparation. She also is an adjunct professor at a law school on the banks of the Charles and loves that dirty water, as she will always think of Boston as her home. You are welcome to take a look at her Facebook author page, or follow @SMartinGlennon on Twitter. All content on this blog, unless otherwise attributed, is (c) 2012-2020 by Stephanie M. Glennon and should not be reproduced (in any form other than re-blogging in accordance with Wordpress protocol and the numerous other wee buttons at the bottom of each post) without the express permission of the domain holder.
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5 Responses to Between Relic and Ruin

  1. And your post, and mention of Pere Goriot, especially, brought me sharply back to French literature class in high school.

  2. mishedup says:

    You write so beautifully…
    I knew right where you were going with this and so loved it..
    sturdy, enduring survivors.
    yes. that

  3. What a haunting yet peaceful post…..filled with the echoes and whispers of history

  4. DeniseGlennon says:

    I know how that penny got flat. You are very strong, and I see you as the latter – the castle withstanding enormous poundings – however, you don’t look like an ancient ruin at all. You actually look pretty good. Really good!!

  5. Very interesting post, thanks for sharing ❤ I totally fall in love with the "Pearl of Scotland". This one is really a masterpiece of art :)!

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