This week we made our way across Camden to Harleigh Cemetery, the site of Whitman’s mausoleum. As we drove through Camden (and got a little mixed up along the way), we were surrounded by what we have come to know as being very typical of this city. Let’s just say it’s far from the bustling Brooklyn-esque environment Whitman once called home.
Turning into Harleigh, however, is like turning into a completely different place and time. The cemetery is spacious and clean, natural and seemingly untainted by the city that surrounds it. Made all the more beautiful by the falling leaves and perfect autumn temperatures, the view from Whitman’s resting place is nothing but ideal.
I had seen pictures of the tomb in books before arriving there on Wednesday, so the appearance of Whitman’s grand design was not surprising. Against the background of gray stone and dead brown leaves, though, was a quaint little pumpkin, resting comfortably against the memorial that features Whitman’s image.
The pumpkin, not the monument, was actually the first thing that I noticed as we approached. It probably stood out simply because of its color, but the pumpkin, I think, speaks volumes about Whitman’s effect on the average American today. Although he rests here in the heart of a city that, many would argue, is far from his image of a unified America, someone decided Whitman might like a little pumpkin for the fall. It’s not large and gaudy, just a little color and charm.
The little pumpkin is an acknowledgement of Whitman’s relevance today in Camden and in America. It, as well as the flowers left at the gate, are symbols of our attempts to give back to the old bard who gave America so much. Some of us give by dedicating hours to scholarly work or academic blogs; others buy pumpkins. Even in death, Whitman’s goal of appealing to the American masses seems not only fulfilled, but ongoing.