HUMBER SUMMIT BRIDGE
The topic of gateways
conveniently takes us to our final destination, up at the opposite
end of the river in Humber Summit. Just below the northern city
limits at Steeles Avenue, where the river takes a sharp turn from
Rowntree Mills Park into the Thackeray Conservation Lands, one finds
a 22-step staircase, far from any beaten path, leading down the
wooded slope of the southeast bank to a tall concrete archway
seemingly forgotten by all but a few intrepid vandals. Rising some 12
feet high, and tapering upwards from roughly 8 to 5 feet in width,
this enigmatic frame defies any simple interpretation as it stands.
Only when one turns their gaze to the other side of the river, and
spies through a jumble of branches the vague outline of a
doppelganger, does one ascertain the probable purpose of these twin
structures. Here, we can safely assume, stand the towers of a former
footbridge (most likely one of the suspension variety judging from
the pair of grooves found at the top of each arch). But a bridge from
whence to where we must ask? Currently to nowhere, as any cables or
decking have long since vanished. Only the abovementioned names
remain, and so again it is over them that we must cross to any sort
of understanding.
While sitting much
further north than where the titular mills of "Rowntree"
once stood, our bridge still falls within the parameters of this
sprawling park. It is interesting to note, however, that said mills
were known during the days of their operation as the Greenholme
Mills. So why this change of nomenclature? Aside from honouring the
surname of their mid-19th century proprietor, could it be that
Greenholme (likely from "green marsh" or "pond")
is not quite as resonant an appellation as one which, as we're told
by the ONC, arrives from the "rowan," otherwise
known as the mountain ash? A tree which, aside from being another
candidate species for Yggdrasil, and thus another pillar of the
cosmic mill, derives its name from the colour of its berries, through
an Indo-European source of all things "red" (either
*(h)rowdos, or *reudh-, or some such root). A tree
which, as we read in the Radfords' Encyclopedia is also "known
in some districts as the wicken-tree, or the witch-tree, and almost
everywhere it is, or was, credited with the power of averting
witchcraft, fairies, disease, and the Evil Eye," adding that
"it is sometimes said that rowans, more than any other tree,
flourish near ancient stone circles and old burial places, and that
Druids used their wood and berries in their magical arts."
To this, with our equine history in mind, we might also cite:
In Yorkshire, there was
a saying that "if your whipstock's made of rowan, you may
ride your nag through any town." Carters and riders in
many areas used such whips, or wore sprigs of rowan in their hats, in
order to prevent witches bespelling their horses and either making
them restive and unmanageable, or keeping them standing in one place,
sometimes for hours.
Additional ties to
previous subjects continue to appear as we head across the river,
finding "Thackeray" to be a habitational name of Yorkshire
extrusion meaning a "reed-thatched nook" or "corner"
(of the Old Norse þak + vrá), from a
certain parish "now submerged in Fewston reservoir"
— thus enjoined through our studies in a sunken afterworld with
Phaethon, Leander, Narcissus, Áed Ruad, the alchemical Red
King, the Northumbrian King's Daughter, and, of course, poor
little Percy Simcoe. These Thackeray Conservation Lands, we might
also note, are the only portion of Toronto to sink below the rest of
Steeles Avenue. Though normally too pervasive a thoroughfare to
attract any toponymical investigation, the fact that this otherwise
straight road takes an uncharacteristic dip right at the spot of our
bridge seems to demand some further inquiry. To this end, "Steeles,"
as the name suggests, is an Anglo-Scots patronym linked to steel,
likely referring to some ancestor who either worked in a foundry or
displayed the hardened temperament of this alloy. While nothing
immediately stands out as significant about the name in itself (aside
from this metal's previously discussed use in reinforced concrete),
we note that, as the lofty mountain ash of "Rowntree"
opposes the watery depths of "Thackeray," we have in the
resilient "Steeles" an apparent opposite to its nearest
cross-Humber artery: the dainty "Primula" Crescent — so
named for that genus of flowering plants whose most notable member is
unquestionably the primrose.
This flower, we will
note, commonly signifies youth, innocence, purity, and the like —
although the Radfords' have collected a host of other, often darker
superstitions attached to this delicate bloom. Oddly, most appear in
relation to poultry and egg-laying, though we still find some degree
of versatility beyond the coop:
A single primrose
carried indoors, or given to any person, is the worst of all, for not
only will this make the hens hatch only one egg out of each clutch,
but it may also foretell or cause the death of a human member of the
family. Untimely blooming is also a death omen, especially if it
occurs in winter. In spite of all this, the primrose has its
fortunate characteristics, and was once valued as a protection
against witchcraft and the malice of fairies.
We later read of its
medicinal use in such applications as sleep induction and reclaiming
lost memories. The majority, however, will be most familiar with this
flower from the proverbial "primrose path," which gently
leads from leisure to tragedy — and which we first encounter in
print during Act 1, Scene 3 of our old standby Hamlet; from
the mouth of none other than Ophelia, whose infamous fate eventually
leaves her drowned with Thackeray, and all the rest listed above.
In adding just a few more
botanical touches to this arrangement of primrose, reed, and rowan,
let us recall that the Humber separates Etobicoke from the rest of
Toronto — and, at this specific spot, from the borough of North
York. Having already related "York" to the yew, we find
"Etobicoke" to be a European corruption of the Mississaugan
Wah-do-be-kang, or "place where the alders grow,"
again revealing a tree of much magical and mythic significance. Like
the yew it holds certain associations with life and death, and like
the rowan and primrose it has been used as a ward against sorcery.
Particular to our investigations, the alder is generally renowned
across numerous cultures as the "bleeding" tree due to the
sanguine-coloured sap that emanates from it's pale white wood — a
colour from which the "alder," like the rowan before it,
ultimately gets its name (via the Proto-Indo-European *el-2,
for anything "reddish-brown"). Etobicoke then links the
redness of its alders to a king in the form of "Rexdale"
("king's valley"), the community at the northern end
Etobicoke in which we find the western half of our bridge. As it
happens, though, the alder is heavily associated with various
mythological kings on its own; from the fiendish Erlking
("elven/alder-king") of Germanic lore, to the Celtic
hero-king Brân the Blessed, who we mentioned briefly in
relation to rooks/ravens earlier (his name being Welsh for this
bird), and even to Arthur (though mostly through his relation to
Brân).
We find Brân
associated with the alder in such works as the Welsh Triads
and the Book of Taliesin wherein he is identified during the
Cad Goddeu ("Battle of the Trees") by a sprig of
alder either in his hand or on his shield. Of particular interest to
our site, however, is an episode from the Mabinogion in which
the giant Brân laid himself upon piles of alderwood to span the
river Liffey (Ptolemy's Avoca), forming a bridge over which his
soldiers could cross into Ireland. Brân also attains toward
certain aquatic/underworld associations by way of the Pair Dadeni
("cauldron of rebirth"), which held the power to re-animate
the dead, but also, through its sacrificial destruction, led to his
own bodily demise. Upon this occasion Brân's still-living head
was buried beneath Bryn Gwyn, or the "White Hill" (later
home to the Tower of London), where it was said to protect Britain so
long as it rested in this place. When our "red king" Arthur
later unearthed his head, so began the Saxon invasion under the flag
of their White Horse or Dragon, which eventually led to the downfall
of much of Celtic Britain. Brân is further connected to
Arthurian legend through the common scholarly assumption that his
tale prefigures that of the Fisher King, with the Pair Dadeni
foreshadowing the Grail, and the wounded/body-less Brân
representing the immobile Fisher King himself.
Alder, we should also
note, is one of the sacred trees of the medieval Irish Ogham
alphabet, described in the Bríatharogam as representing
the letter Fearn. Yew was also counted among these characters
as Iodhadh, and so was the rowan as Luis. Moreover,
according to the Brehon Law of early Ireland certain "chieftain
trees" were protected from felling on punishment of death, and
careful examination of these laws over the centuries reveals the not
infrequent promoting to, and demoting from "chieftain"
status of these three particular species, often at the expense of
each other in the hierarchy. In this way these trees have been
somewhat set up as conflicting, if not outright opposites —
particularly the alder and the yew, perhaps owing something to their
inherent attributes, with the mortal (indeed, "bleeding")
deciduous alder naturally opposing the immortal evergreen. We also
find these trees contrasted in the aforementioned Cad Goddeu,
wherein the alder is described as being front of line at the Battle
of the Trees, whereas the yew (pine) and rowan (quicken-tree) both
come late to the fray.
One might also note that
this poetic battle is waged between the forces of Arawn, lord of
Annwn (the Welsh under/otherworld) and the sons of Dôn (a Welsh
ancestral figure of disputed gender, not to be confused with the
Irish gods Donn or Danu — though not to be entirely disassociated
from them either...nor with with any of the other "Don"
relations thus far covered). As something of an aside, Arawn now
brings to mind another episode from the Mabinogion, the
legend of Pwyll, Lord of Dyved, which, in turn, brings to
mind numerous other "relations thus far covered." While
hunting one day in the woods of south Wales, Pwyll happens upon the
hounds of Arawn (described as being white with red ears) who have
just taken down a stag (shades of Actaeon and Artemis, or, perhaps,
the apocalyptic "wolves" of Ursa Major). When
Pwyll's own hounds set upon the stag he is made to do penance to
Arawn by trading places with him in Annwn (shades of Castor and
Pollux). After defeating Arawn's underworld rival Havgan, Pwyll is
wedded to Rhiannon, who arrives on the scene riding a white horse and
later gives birth to a foal (see equines, centaurs, and all the
rest)...but, perhaps, we now digress too much.
Close-up of the steps, 2013
Turning, then, back to
the bridge itself — and, indeed, to all bridges in general — we
observe a universal symbol of connection and transition between one
physical, mental, or spiritual state and another; between one plane
of existence and the next. Yet what we have here, like that blockaded
span in the Ferris Ravine, is an un-crossable bridge. As such, all of
the relations and opposites as detailed above stand permanently
divided, permanently opposed — forever facing-off across the
shadowy Humber, never to meet or reconcile. All we have left of this
broken bridge are two lonely portals. But again, one feels compelled
to ask, portals from whence to where?
Of course, one may lead
themselves rather far astray in assuming any answers from such
mystifying questions, so, in ending, let us resist this compulsion
momentarily and return to somewhat more tangible grounds by relating
this ruin to yet another — one pregnant with still more ties to
prior subjects, and one whose name, in fact, comes directly from
"broken bridge" — "Pontefract" Castle (via the
Latin pons + fractus), perhaps the most contentious
stronghold in all of Yorkshire's (if not Britain's) history.
Both the castle and
surrounding township acquired this name sometime at the close of the
11th century in reference to a crossing over the River Aire,
demolished during William the Conqueror's infamous "Harrying of
the North," that Norman king's destructive campaign of
subjugation against the last remnants of Danish and Saxon rule in
northern England. Later, Pontefract would gain infamy as the site of
multiple conflicts between Royalist and Parliamentarian forces during
the Civil Wars of the mid-17th century, eventually leading to the
castle being slighted (that is, purposely ruined) due to its
propensity for attracting violence.
Between these two
episodes, however, there occurred certain events most relevant to our
present studies, for it was here where the seeds of the Wars of the
Roses — that 15th century conflict of "red" and "white
kings" — are thought by many to have been sown. It was here,
in 1322, that Thomas, 2nd Earl of the red rose House of Lancaster,
was beheaded for daring to vie for power with his cousin King Edward
II. Then it was here, in 1400, that Edward's great-grandson, King
Richard II, was imprisoned and killed by Henry of Bolingbroke, now
King Henry IV, first "red king" of the Lancastrian line.
From here, we might add, the white rose Yorkist opponents of
Lancaster made their claim to the throne through the deposed king's
heir presumptive, Richard's cousin Edmund Mortimer — he of
that "dead water" name which brings us back to the vicinity
of our first ruined site at Todmorden Mills (named itself, as we'll
now recall, for a village on the historic border between Yorkshire
and Lancashire).
Such cyclical convenience
is not, of course, to suggest any absolute connection between all, or
even some of these ruins, and a centuries old battle of English royal
houses. Nor, it must be said, are any of the other links so far
explored meant to imply anything particularly definitive. Indeed,
after all of our explorations, it could fairly be argued that the
overall impression obtained from these studies remains abidingly
indefinite; amounting to not much more than a nebulous assortment of
themes and subjects faintly tethered to this odd collection of
otherwise unrelated sites. Still, it cannot be denied that certain
themes and subjects seem to recur among these ruins at a rate
suggesting something more than just pure chance. What, then, might be
gathered together from all this sundry material?