A Chisel, A Hammer And A Robin

On a bright and sunny Spring morning amidst the daffodils, sweet-scented hyacinths and ancient gravestones in York Cemetery there sits a solitary figure, patiently tip-tapping at the delicate stone in front of him.  We hear him before we see him, his hammer and chisel strangely in tune with the birds singing all around him.

He blends in beautifully to his surroundings, as if he belongs in the wooded glade which is his workplace today.  He appears to be oblivious to the little Robin who carefully supervises his every move, but it turns out later the Robin is often his companion wherever he is working.  This is Paul; a skilled Stonemason who is today working “in-situ in the cemetery on a stone deemed too delicate to move.

It was Paul’s form tutor, who, recognising his artistic talent set him on the road to what was to be not only his passion but his life-work too when she handed him a sheet of paper, saying “They are looking for someone….it may be of interest to you.”  The paper was an advert for a local stonemason who was looking for Saturday staff.  At only 15 years old Paul became one of the youngest members of staff to join the company, albeit only on a Saturday whilst he completed his studies at school.

The company director, a craftsman Stonemason himself liked what he saw in the young lad who worked hard cleaning and re-fixing the kerbs and headstones that formed the bread and butter of the company’s business.  The workshop would prepare the stones at the beginning of the week and Paul would accompany and assist the fitters at the end of the week, working in the cemeteries and graveyards around the local area.

The company director recognised Paul’s hard work and offered Paul the opportunity to stay behind each Saturday after his morning shift for a free lesson in stone carving and lettering.  It was an opportunity Paul was keen to accept and over the weeks he watched in awe as Joe’s skilful hands and tools made something extraordinarily beautiful from the stone in front of him.  Each week became a masterclass and Paul very quickly learned the skills and techniques he still practises today.  When he left school in July 1984 Paul was delighted to accept the full-time position offered at the family firm.

There followed many years of learning his craft, he attended night school studying sculpture and calligraphy and went on two courses to learn at the hands of expert Mason John Green from Oxton. The majority of his education however came “on the job” as he watched and assisted other craftsmen such as Fred Emerson – who sold his York based business to another stonemason when he retired – although he continued to accept lettering and carving commissions for a number of years thereafter.

There was a tone of admiration and respect in his voice when Paul quietly spoke about Fred Emerson, commenting on Fred’s unique style and how fast he was at letter carving, often working in lower case lettering as well as the more traditional upper case favoured by other Stonemasons.

Paul was honoured with the task of creating Fred’s gravestone when he died, we could see it from where Paul was working today.  A large black monolith, on which is inscribed a hammer, chisel and a Robin.  The Robin is significant as Fred always said that there was a Robin who sat watching him work in his York workshop – just as there was today, watching Paul.

It was when Paul picked up his hammer and chisel however that the magic really began to happen. With each blow of the hammer on the chisel, the individual letters began to form.  Each letter had a beautifully cut groove as they took shape. There was no room for error here – one wrong blow or loss of concentration and the inscription would be ruined.

One of the most moving tasks Paul has undertaken was the creation of a memorial dedicated to two Australian Airmen who crashed their De Havilland Mosquito plane into the Parish Hall at Horndean in Hampshire, just 3 miles away from their Thorney Island base in 1945.  On seeing the aftermath of the crash the 1940’s Horndean children were so touched by the sacrifices made by the two airmen that they campaigned and raised funds for years in order to commission a fitting memorial.  The memorial was carved by Paul and unveiled on the 75^th anniversary of the crash.  Paul met some of the surviving children at the unveiling of the monument.

When asked how Paul likes to spend his spare time, unsurprisingly his answer involves his artistic nature and he candidly shows me photos on his phone of some beautifully painted pet portraits, with pictures of the dogs and then pictures of their painted portraits.  The likeness is breathtaking. Paul also shares that he still likes to sculpt in clay.  In addition to this, he loves walking, playing squash, cycling – both on the roads and mountain biking – and playing golf.

As we leave him to his work, we take a moment to visit Fred Emerson’s memorial and once again I am aware of the tip-tapping sound of Paul’s hammer and chisel and I find myself momentarily musing if Fred is watching over Paul as he practises the art he learnt in part at the skilled hands of Fred.  In that moment the little Robin flies down and sits on a gravestone, right by where Paul is working and carefully watches him.  A coincidence?  I think not.

© All text and images Sharon Malone 2022