This is rather lovely!
I was (once again) side tracked whilst doing trying to do some research by the curious story of Joseph Grimaldi (18 December 1778 – 31 May 1837). He’s commemorated in a little park just off the Pentonville road where he is buried. Rather sweetly it features a pair of coffin-shaped graves, and when you dance on them they ring out in different tones, making music. A perfect memorial for a man who would have loved the idea of you dancing on his grave.
Grimaldi was the greatest English clown, and is credited with being “the first whiteface clown”. His performances made the Clown character the central character in British harlequinades. He was born in Clare Market, London, the son of an Italian, Signor Joseph ‘Iron Legs’ Grimaldi, ballet-master at the Drury Lane and Rebecca Brooker, a dancer in the theatre’s corps de ballet. Grimaldi’s father died when he was nine, and plunged the family into debt. His son was on the stage at Drury Lane before his second birthday. At the age of three, Joseph began to appear at the Sadler’s Wells theatre.
As a young man, Grimaldi fell in love and married the daughter of the principal proprietor of Sadler’s Wells. Maria Grimaldi died in childbirth 18 months after their marriage. He eventually married again, to Mary. A son, Joseph Samuel Grimaldi was born and entered the profession, but drank himself to death by the age of thirty.
Grimaldi became crippled and broken by his energetic performances, and in his final years was supported by benefits thrown by his old friends at Sadler’s Wells. In his farewell speech he told his audience: ‘Like vaulting ambition, I have overleaped myself and pay the penalty in advanced old age. It is four years since I jumped my last jump, filched my last oyster, boiled my last sausage and set in for retirement.’
Every first Sunday in February there’s a clowns’ service, where hundreds of clowns from around the world gather at All Saints’ Church, Hackney.