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I and My Lawnmower

Reliable friend. Photo: JDickson

Reliable friend.
Photo: JDickson

One of the highlights of walking through Herman Melville’s home at Arrowhead in Pittsfield, Massachusetts is the central fireplace in the dining area.  Its grand size and fine stone work dominate the room and evoke a time when all the heating and cooking came from that one source.  What is most unusual here though is the writing above and across the fireplace.  It quotes from Melville’s whimsical story “I and My Chimney” which first appeared in Putnam’s Monthly in 1856, six years after Melville moved to Arrowhead from New York City.

The story is of a husband’s determination to save the destruction of the chimney in his home from his equally determined wife to have a central hallway, instead of a space-wasting chimney.  Melville speaks of this chimney as a person, even a friend, and a close one at that:  “I and my chimney, two grey-headed old smokers reside in the country.”  The two of them are “old settlers,” putting the chimney on the same human level as the narrator.  Melville explains the unusual construction placing the “I” before “my chimney” in the title as the only time that he actually takes precedence over the chimney.

In grand humor and 19th century majestic style, Melville describes the female head of household’s attempts to rid herself of the chimney, hiring architects and enlisting her daughters to convince her male counterpart of the multiple reasons to rid herself of this domineering structure.  “I will never surrender,” says the protagonist, reassuring his pipe and his chimney that he will prevail.

I have my own chimney problem, and it is my 22-year old push lawnmower.  Purchased for barely more than $100, my walking companion has served me well in three different residences, suffering through ten years of neglect while in storage.  Upon his release, though, he started right up and, as long as he can avoid rain in the fuel tank, he has never let me down.

This faded red gas push mower has outlasted a brief flirtation with an electric/battery model with its commitment to a green environment as an enticement.  Barely five years into this newer arrangement, the battery model could not keep up with either high grass or more lawn.  With barely an apology, the old push mower took me back and has remained faithful since.

We are alone in our weekly endeavors.  My wife and pretty much any outside observer think me mad, for walking around these almost 2 acres with such an outdated, hard to operate companion.   The hot sun, the uneven terrain, the long grass, the obstacles of rocks and roots and trees conspire to leave me exhausted each time.  My wife claims it will be the end of me.  I call it exercise which will make me stronger and live longer.

Melville was on to something, that genius of human nature and descriptive detail.  From even before his time, he knew that every marriage needs a chimney or a lawnmower, to test its foundation and durability.

I only wonder what his quill pen would do to my lawnmower.

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The Guantánamo Beacon

This month marks the second inaugural for President Obama.  It’s also the fourth anniversary of his executive order requiring the closing of the detention center at Guantánamo within one year.  That decision prompted a group of museum professionals and activists to launch a month later the Guantánamo Public Memory Project (GPMP), aimed at preserving the site for historical purposes, and thereby preventing it from being used again as a detention center.

In December, the GPMP hosted a conference in New York City in connection with the opening of an exhibit to explore the issues that the naval base and the prison hold for the U.S., and its place in the world.  The exhibit consists of a series of panels in the windows of the Kimmel Center at NYU and an  online collection of materials and interviews, collected by the project and its many partner institutions.   Much transpired at the conference, including testimonials by Cuban and Haitian refugees from the 1990s, from military officers and lawyers, from historians and students.  Most striking, and telling, were two questions posed by students.

The first student, let’s call Jose,  stood up in front of the room of 100 people attending the conference to ask his question, stating that he was from the Dominican Republic, and while not enrolled in university, he was studying on his own.  He said that where he was from and throughout all of Latin America, the United States stood like “a beacon” on issues of democracy and human rights.  “What,” he asked, “happens now after Guantánamo?  What can you say to us anymore?”  His tone was clearly one of wanting to continue to see the U.S. as that beacon, in a region still struggling with consolidating its own democracies.

Several minutes later, another student called Katie asked what was happening to the lighthouse at Guantánamo Naval Base.  “Were there any restoration plans?”

The former naval commander in charge of facilities on the base indicated that the lighthouse was in disrepair, that pieces were falling off it, and that there was no funding to restore or maintain it.  In fact, it was closed off, surrounded by chain link fence.

The two questions were asked separately, but became connected metaphorically, since the second student had contributed to the GPMP on-line exhibit a page on the lighthouse, in which she referred to it as “a beacon.”

The physical disrepair of that lighthouse on Guantánamo takes on greater meaning in light of Jose’s  question.   The symbol of the U.S. as a beacon takes the form of the lighthouse on the naval base, damaged and surrounded by a fence.

The only answer to Jose and people around the region should be, watch our democratic practices take place to find the self-correcting mechanisms.  It will take time, and there will be advances and setbacks.  The conference and the Guantánamo Public Memory Project are part of that process by seeking

a) to raise awareness about the base and the detention center,

b) to use public history through exhibits, digital spaces and oral history to initiate a dialogue about the trade-offs between national security and human rights and

c) to re-think the use of Guantánamo as a detention center in the future.

For more information on the project, go to: http://hrcolumbia.org/Guantánamo/ .  To see the final product go to:  http://gitmomemory.org/stories/.

A beacon in disrepair.  Photo: SouthCom

A beacon in disrepair. Photo: SouthCom

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Food, Luxurious Food

Thanksgiving has come and gone, now drowned out by the near-hysteria which television commercials promote to make us think we’re missing out if we don’t get out and shop.

Last course.  Photo: JDickson

Last course. Photo: JDickson

Let’s rewind to last week and consider food, specifically how far attitudes toward food have traveled, in the past two generations.

There’s such a difference between producing and preparing food in a time period of limits than in our current experience with abundancy.  Since food is so connected with family, let me fall back on my own to make the point.  Sunday evenings, after my mother had toiled over a fairly elaborate family Sunday dinner in the middle of the day, she turned over food matters to my father for the evening supper.  A child of the depression who had never eaten an egg before he was 18 (and a man), he served us graham crackers and milk.  Right.  Broken up graham crackers in a bowl with milk poured over.  His goal was to fill up the stomachs of his hungry brood, with as little time and knowledge as he could muster up.

It should go without saying that my mother’s approach was quite different, but there, I said it.  With a little more disposable income, a little more time and know-how, she had a dual track approach to organizing the food for the family.  First, she had her box of file card recipes and cookbooks and drew from it to make regular, fulsome, varied dinners for us and for guests.  Yet, she also seemed to be first in line for the latest trends of convenience coming our way in the 1950s and 60s, ranging from frozen food dinners (chicken pot pies), freeze dried, preservatives, or mix-with-water foods (powdered gravies.)  Her goal was convenience, and freeing up her time for other endeavors, some leisure but mostly other pursuits, like parenting, volunteering or socializing around hobbies.  Her goal was convenience.

Oh, one other thing.   Even with disposable income, we ate out so rarely that I remember vividly the first time at a restaurant and, outside of travel, can count on one hand the number of restaurants we ate at before high school.

References to food in our histories calls to mind first, the amount of meat consumed by the men on the Lewis and Clark expedition, an average of 8 pounds of meat per day, per person!  Compare that to the annual single serving of meat for the family in Ireland at the brink of desperation before sending waves of family members to the U.S. and beyond in search of income.   Move temporally back to the present, but beyond our shores to large swaths of entire continents where all things food remain on the subsistence level.

When did our view of food go from filling up our stomachs or getting through the preparation time quickly to our current , near obsession with so many layers of food from production and handling all the way through preparation and consumption?

The changing roles of gender in the past 50 years must account for much of this.  With stay-at-home women traditionally more responsible for all things food moving into the workplace, the emphasis on convenience has extended beyond frozen food aisles in grocery stores to eating out or at least taking advantage of the fully prepared meals taking up large sections of stores.

At the same time as we are seeking convenience due to hectic working lives, though, we, with our expanded incomes, are able to spend more on differentiating food, into categories like sources or quality, or preparation and handling.  That means of course, spending a little more of our precious time to investigating and studying foods, which means full sections of newspapers and separate television channels dedicated to food.   We even have graduate history courses in our universities on food.

In a very real sense, food has become the new luxury.  Luxury in terms of money and in terms of time, even in the contradiction of having no time.  The Starbucks principle of people spending a little more of their money for quality, but also to have the luxury, has expanded to all our food.  For those with money and time.

I recently attended a workshop on Foodways, a history workshop.  I entered the room, one of two men, as a dissident, bucking against the current trend of luxuriating what had always been for me barely more than a bodily function.   I left with an appreciation for food as a window into our history, even in its current luxuriated stage!

Thanksgiving is part of that.  It’s not just how food at the table has changed, but the social history of Thanksgiving, offering a window into the daily lives of ordinary people.  When millions of those ordinary people do the same thing, as we do with infinite variations on the theme, then that’s another window.  Almost unique in setting aside a holiday exclusively for a meal and family with overtones of sharing, the country may merit exceptionalism, at least on that basis.

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In my mind I’ve gone to Ft. Ticonderoga

If people experience history best through personalizing it, then it is likely what we get out of a museum is something that connects directly to our personal experience.

That was the case during a visit this fall to Fort Ticonderoga on the New York side of Lake Champlain.  The fort which occupies a strategic position on the southern tip of the lake played a role in both the French and Indian War and the Revolutionary War in the 1700s. The strategic part was made clear in a map at one of the displays showing the water route taken down the lake from Canada, and then across a brief stretch of land over to the Hudson River, which leads all the way to New York City.

So, how did my wife and I experience this personally?

For one, we skipped the musket demonstration which drew off the small crowd early on Sunday morning, leaving the rebuilt fort and room displays to ourselves (we hate crowds and are not too keen on guns either.)

Second, we lucked into the only tour available during our time frame, of the King’s Gardens on the property.  The fort has succeeded in planning gardens and pasture which period soldiers may have used (albeit surrounded by electric fence at night.)  The gardens we focused on, though, pertained to the private property owned by the Pell family, ancestors of Senator Claiborne Pell from Rhode Island.  At the time, we had been busy re-landscaping our newly renovated house (on a much smaller scale, admittedly), so these beautifully cared for gardens and trees captured our attention.

Third, we were instinctively drawn to any connection to our home town of Pittsfield in the display.  We skipped right past the names of Ethan Allen and Benedict Arnold and focused on a name neither of us had heard previously, a Pittsfield native, Colonel John Brown.  We saw a plaque honoring him as we entered, and we spent more time in front of the displays explaining his leadership of a three-day assault on the fort in September 1777, which helped lead to the abandonment and subsequent destruction by British forces of the fort two months later.  We learned John Brown was killed later in the war at the age of 36.

Soldiers at Ft. Ticonderoga. Credit: M. Dickson

Finally, we zoomed in on the motivations behind the tour guide/reenactors who, both paid and volunteer, filled the environs, even with their children.  We assumed they probably had spent the night there, at least some of them.  Our tour guide, in period uniform, explained he bought his uniform from a store in the U.K., with special wool and buttons and sewing techniques, all at a fairly expensive cost.  We later overheard several of the uniformed guides discussing amongst themselves where they had procured various pieces of their outfit.  Here again, we personalized, admitting this was not anything we would ever find ourselves doing, but frankly pleased the fort was able to attract people who put such time, energy and expense into this hobby.

As we were heading out, we noticed that others were studying in detail the musket displays, which we had zoomed right by, but stopped for an equally intent examination of the maps which showed prominently western Massachusetts, Pittsfield and even our neighboring lake.

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What’s that?

In several days, I go to the first of my classes in the Public History program at the University of Massachusetts.  It has taken me almost two years to get to this point, browsing through course opportunities, studying for the GRE, compiling an application, waiting to hear of acceptance, and then, once accepting opting to defer for a year.

Throughout this journey, the most frequent and, ultimately, the hardest question I had to answer about my choice of returning to the classroom to study Public History has been, “What is that?”  Or, “Isn’t all history public?”

After a career in public diplomacy, I am used to people not understanding what it is that I do.  I found it easiest to translate with a code of lay vocabulary, like “press and culture exchanges,” or refer to an activity we managed, such as “we ran the Fulbright exchanges.”  That begged the question of why we didn’t just call the function “press and cultural affairs.”

So, I did develop a bit of shorthand for the “What is Public History?” question.  “It’s history for museums.”  Or, if I had 20 more seconds, “It’s making history accessible to a broader public, beyond academia, like in museums, or commemorative events and sites.”  Even though it is more than that, that seemed to satisfy my family and friends who would then move on to talking about the hot weather this summer.

If it is more than that, then what is it?   I suppose it may take two years of a Masters degree program to be able to answer this, but here are a few things which some of the practitioners say about it:

— making history relevant to social concern (Charles Beard)

— helping members of the public do their own history (Carl Becker)

— bringing state and local history into the academy, or co-opting state and local history (Grele)

— history beyond teaching and research, entrepreneurial, collaborative, engaging business, government and other entities (Bookspan)

— a people’s history, which fills in the gaps of what we have chosen to ignore (Frisch)

— uncovering the history of the  “ordinary,” or history for the people, with the people; people seeking knowledge of the world they have made or that was made for them, shaping the way the present is viewed (Grele)

They all make sense to me, and are in many ways inspiring, but also lacking in answering the question, how?  In museums, in preserving, in archiving, in writing, in interviewing, and yes, in teaching and even researching.

I’d still like to boil that all down to 20 words or less, that make sense to the ordinary person, with whom we are supposed to be collaborating.

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