In my travels, I have visited many, many, MANY memorials, memorials to the early pioneers, to one early pioneer, to famous people, to presidents, to various eras and roads and definitely to each legendary war and its heroes. There are monuments to famous homes and shrines and poets and authors, plus tributes to ranges of mountains. There are marble and stone monuments in local cemeteries representing loved ones. You get the picture. We have monuments to places for all kinds of reasons and to the sizes and shapes of countless “things” that are the highest, longest, deepest, lowest, widest, etc, as in monuments to fish, crab, and wind.
We are all familiar with Mt. Rushmore and Chief Crazyhorse (still unfinished) in SD and NH’s natural monument to the Old Man of the Mountain (crumbled a few years back). A lesser known one is the statue to Hannah Duston, a colonial MA Puritan and mother of nine who was taken captive by Native Americans in 1697. Eventually, she made her way back to her family after killing ten of her captives at night. She was the first woman in the US to be honored with a statue.