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Month: February, 2019

Eureka!

by chuckofish

Not to be outdone by my DP in the genealogy department (I’m still chuckling about the Matneys), I have been assiduously combing through the Burlington Free Press. After years of searching for information about our grandparents’ marriage, I finally found a wedding announcement! Note that it is reprinted from the Worcester Gazette, which is not available online.

St. George’s Church in Hempstead was founded in 1702, but rebuilt in 1734 and again in 1822. Currently, it looks like this.

I imagine the two of them met in New York, while she was a student at Barnard and he was doing a journalism course at NYU, but who knows? Interestingly, Mira spent a couple of months in Burlington before the wedding, presumably when ANC was at Fort Sill. Look at the last two paragraphs in the article below — sorry about the bad quality! The date of the article is August, 1917.

While she in Burlington, Mira landed in the hospital. This is dated September 13, 1917.

No doubt doing patriotic work with hordes of energetic young ladies wore her out (and I’m not being facetious). A few days later the paper announced that Mira’s health was improving and so gave fair warning to her charges that she’d be back soon.

In the days before computers and cell phones, everything ended up in the Newspaper. Take this marvelous tidbit about our grandfather, dated 11-13-1911, when he was eleven.

No doubt his mother was relieved to get the lad out of the house, or perhaps Bunker wanted to tell his friends that he had been released from “prison”. In any case, Bunker would not have enjoyed being immobilized.

Let those stories whet your appetite for future posts. The Burlington Free Press is a treasure trove of information about our family on both sides; it records weddings, funerals, and lots of colorful gossip. Stay tuned!

In the meantime, I’m off to a local antiques auction. There’s nothing I really, really want or need, so I’m just going for fun and to be on hand if the situation calls for a vintage or antique rescue operation.

Have a great weekend!

P.S. My kitchen counters are scheduled for installation on Monday!!! Keep your fingers crossed…

“Step down off your high horse, mister”*

by chuckofish

On Wednesday my copy of Rude Pursuits and Rugged Peaks, Schoolcraft’s Ozark Journal 1818-1819 arrived.

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Included in this edition, besides Schoolcraft’s journal of his and Levi Pettibone’s expedition from Potosi, Missouri, to what is now Springfield by way of Arkansas, are an introduction, maps and appendix by Milton D. Rafferty. Rafferty was a professor and head of the Department of Geography, Geology and Planning at Missouri State University in Springfield. These additions are very helpful.

I will read the whole thing, but I know you are all wondering what I found out about the Matneys, so I will tell you.

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Schoolcraft and his partner arrived at dusk at their cabin, “wet and chilly” from swimming across the White River, on January 14.

Compelled, by the non-arrival of our canoe, to spend the day at this spot, I determined to improve the time by a ramble through the adjacent country, and to seek that amusement in the examination of rocks, and trees, and mountain-scenery, which was neither to be found in conversation with the inmates of the house, nor in any other way.

How rude.

With such an assemblage of interesting objects around me, I sauntered out to take a nearer view of the face of nature, and spent the day along the shores of the river, in the contiguous forest, or on the naked peaks of the neighboring hills.

After spending the day taking notes on the flora, fauna and mineral deposits in the area, Schoolcraft returned to the Matney Cabin to find that the hunters had not yet arrived with their canoe, but finally made their appearance at dusk…

accompanied by several neighbors and friends in their canoes, who also came down to trade, making a party of twelve or fourteen in all. Whisky soon began to circulate freely, and by the time they had unloaded their canoes, we began plainly to discover that a scene of riot and drinking was to follow. Of all this, we were destined to be unwilling witnesses; for as there was but one house, and that a very small one, necessity compelled us to pass the night together; but sleep was not to be obtained. Every mouth, hand, and foot, were in motion. Some drank, some sang, some danced, a considerable proportion attempted all three together, and a scene of undistinguishable bawling and riot ensued. An occasional quarrel gave variety to the scene, and now and then, one drunker than the rest, fell sprawling upon the floor, and for a while remained quiet. We alone remained listeners to this grand exhibition of human noises, beastly intoxication, and mental and physical nastiness. We did not lie down to sleep, for that was dangerous. Thus the night rolled heavily on, and as soon as light could be discerned in the morning we joyfully embarked in our canoe, happy in having escaped bodily disfiguration, and leaving such as could yet stand, vociferating with all their might like some delirious man upon his dying bed, who makes one desperate effort to rise, and then falls back in death.

What a picture he paints! Clearly he was not amused by their behavior, but I surely was, reading about it. Prof. Rafferty explains Schoolcraft’s sometimes disdainful appraisal of frontier life by asking us to consider his youth (he was only 25) and that he was “freshly indoctrinated with a church upbringing, including a strong emphasis on Christian dutifulness and temperance…”

I have to say, I can relate to young Schoolcraft. I remember going on a school-sanctioned float-trip back in high school–on some river in Missouri–where everyone got drunk, including the two male, gym-teacher chaperones! One other girl and I stayed awake most of the night watching out for our classmates and making sure they didn’t drown while relieving themselves. (Seriously) It was not fun, but nobody died or anything.

Matney and his companions remind me of Mac MacPherson, the wild Scotsman played by Wilfred Lawson in Alleghany Uprising (1939).

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Another literary evocation of this type is Worth Luckett in The Trees by Conrad Richter, who provides for his family by hunting wild animals for food and trading their pelts for other commodities they need. When Worth notices that the wild game is leaving the woods near their settlement in Pennsylvania, he convinces his wife and family to move where the animal population is more plentiful–further west.

These men were the hardiest of woodsmen, cut from the same cloth as Daniel Boone and his sons, who settled along the interior streams, hunting and trading. Schoolcraft “admired their stoic courage and tenacity, but could not conceal his disdain for their lack of education and rude lifestyle. He noted that men and women alike could talk only of bears, hunting, and the rude pursuits and coarse enjoyments of hunters.” (Rafferty) He had to admit they were hospitable.

I have always been oddly drawn to this type and I guess now I know why. It runs in my blood. Come the apocalypse, I want to be on their team. I am pretty sure this is how my great-great grandfather John Simpson Hough felt. He went west to get away from Philadelphia and all his well-meaning, upstanding Quaker relatives. He was smitten with all the old rough types he met in Missouri and Kansas and in his travels westward: Uncle Dick Wooten, Seth Hays, Kit Carson. I am sure he would have liked his freedom-loving grandfather-in-law, Mr. Matney.

Funnily enough, I have just been reading about Conrad Richter and had already resolved to re-read The Trees. Now I will for sure.

And this weekend I’ll find something to watch where the men wear buckskin suits.

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You betcha.

*Davy Crockett (John Wayne) in The Alamo (1960)

You blockhead

by chuckofish

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So today is Valentine’s Day. I think the OM is cooking dinner, which is good. Cleaning up after himself would be better still.

I plan to watch some classic Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered from season two. You remember…Xander and Cordelia break up because her friends don’t think he’s cool and then he tries to put a love spell on her just so he can break up with her and have his revenge. Classic. Mean girls. Are you with me?

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After that I propose we watch a movie we can both enjoy, which usually means watching Bullitt (1968) again for the umpteenth time.

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Give your sweet babboo a break (and a hug). Let the good times roll.

“Curiosity is what separates us from the cabbages.”*

by chuckofish

In case you didn’t know, a lot of things happened on February 13.

1542: Catherine Howard, fifth wife of Henry VIII, was executed for adultery.

1689: William and Mary, were proclaimed co-rulers of England.

1945: RAF bombers were dispatched to Dresden, Germany to attack the city with a massive aerial bombardment.

1955: Israel obtained four of the seven Dead Sea Scrolls.

1990: An agreement was reached on a two-stage plan to reunite Germany.

Yes, these are but a few of the interesting historical things you can find out more about if you are so inclined.

It is also the birthday of Chuck Yeager (b. 1923)– WWII flying ace and test pilot who famously broke the sound barrier.

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Sam Shepard played him in The Right Stuff (1983). Yeager wrote an autobiography called Yeager: An Autobiography, which I think I will read. I will certainly toast him tonight.

“You do what you can for as long as you can, and when you finally can’t, you do the next best thing. You back up, but you don’t give up.”

On a personal note regarding things in the history genre: the other day, while perusing the latest issue of Missouri Conservationist, I came across an interesting article about Henry Rowe Schoolcraft, who made an amazing 900-mile trek 200 years ago into what is now southern Missouri and northern Arkansas to learn more about the lead mining potential in the area. This was Osage country then and pretty wild. There were not a lot of white settlers around, just scattered cabins. It was easy to get lost and he and his partner did, several times.

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Fascinating in itself, but, hey, look:

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Matney’s Cabin! This is about the time our own Matneys were in Arkansas, having journeyed from western Virginia. (Our great-great-great grandmother Susanna Matney was, in fact, born in Arkansas in 1818!) Was this the cabin of William Matney, our great-great-great-great grandfather? Well, this got me started looking further into it and there is a Matney Knob in Arkansas on the White River that today features a beautiful Ozark Highlands Trail.

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I also ordered Schoolcraft’s book, so I shall see what he had to say about Matney’s Cabin. (Probably not much. It is a travel journal, after all.)

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The world is more than we know.

And this was adorable: the wee laddie on Instagram…

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*David McCullough

“Like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.”*

by chuckofish

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A Valentine picture from the past!

“You think you will never forget any of this, you will remember it always just the way it was. But you can’t remember it the way it was. To know it, you have to be living in the presence of it right as it is happening. It can return only by surprise. Speaking of these things tells you that there are no words for them that are equal to them or that can restore them to your mind. And so you have a life that you are living only now, now and now and now, gone before you can speak of it, and you must be thankful for living day by day, moment by moment, in this presence. But you have a life too that you remember. It stays with you. You have lived a life in the breath and pulse and living light of the present, and your memories of it, remember now, are of a different life in a different world and time. When you remember the past, you are not remembering it as it was. You are remembering it as it is. It is a vision or a dream, present with you in the present, alive with you in the only time you are alive.”

― Wendell Berry, Hannah Coulter

*Wendell Berry

“Lookin’ out my back door”*

by chuckofish

Doo doo doo…How was your weekend? Mine was quite pleasant, despite some bad weather. Sometimes bad weather causes us to slow down and settle in at home for some quiet time, and that is not a bad thing.

I took daughter #1 to the airport early on Saturday morning and she headed off to the east coast.

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She and daughter #2 and DN had so much fun, but I wasn’t jealous or anything.

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Indeed, the OM and I had our own good time at the Elegant Italian Dinner–so good, in fact, that we all forgot to take any pictures. Just one:

IMG_4755.jpegThe wee babes, despite being tired and a bit cranky when they arrived, took right to the nursery and had a fine time playing and eating pizza with the other kids.

I read a lot of A Light in August by William Faulkner. Besides learning some new words (morganatic: “relating to or denoting a marriage in which neither the spouse of lower rank, nor any children, have any claim to the possessions or title of the spouse of higher rank”), I can see how this book published in 1932, added several stereotypes to our culture, evidenced profusely in other people’s books and movies ever after.

I worked on organizing our CDs and DVDs.  I hemmed some pants.

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I cleaned and puttered and tidied.

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All in all, not an unproductive weekend.

I must also add my high fives for our she-ro Dolly Parton, who was honored as 2019 MusiCares Person Of The Year. The eight-time Grammy winner is the first artist from “the Nashville music community” (please) to be honored at the annual Grammy Week gala benefiting music people in need. Well, it’s about time those snobs did so, I’d say.

Have a great week!

*John Fogerty

Just winging it like everybody else*

by chuckofish

I had a pleasant, quiet week, and we even made a little progress in the kitchen. The stove is now in the right place and we can use the dishwasher! Counters are finally on (re)order and should be here in a couple of weeks. My do-it-yourself job was to paint the breadbox that son #2 made for me some years ago. Voilà!

As you can see, I painted it to match the sideboard and all the blue and white china.

Now I’ve put my paint brushes away for the time-being and plan to concentrate on getting the house back in order. I can’t tell you what a pleasure it is to be at home without workmen or the prospect of their imminent arrival.  I am fortunate indeed.

Aside from puttering around, I finished reading the second book in a series by former MI5 director Stella Rimington. They’re quite enjoyable books that seem very plausible, have good characters, and neither whitewash nor demonize our enemies. While certainly not deep, these books are refreshingly candid. Best of all, the heroine is intelligent and likeable without being unrealistically superhuman. Though she’s now 82, Dame Rimington is still writing.

Clearly, her brain remains as agile as ever. I wish I could say the same about my own!

Yesterday I was sad to see that Albert Finney passed away.

He sure was cute and full of life when he started out. Booze and hard living eventually stole his looks but he was always a great actor.  Let’s consider watching Tom Jones tonight.  Without doubt it is his very best movie.

If you’re in the mood for something contemporary, try The Big Sick (2017), a story about an aspiring Pakistani comedian, his developing relationship with a white graduate student, and their families.

Basically, it’s a sweet, funny story about two people falling in love and dealing with a clash of cultures. It has a good script and relatable characters and it doesn’t rely on vulgarity for its laughs. How refreshing.

Here’s to octogenarian writers, the dearly departed, and winging it for another week!

*The Big Sick

“Like a twig on the shoulders of a mighty stream.”*

by chuckofish

Another week almost in the books…it was long, rainy and filled with the usual ups and downs, swings and misses, and bombshell drops at work.

I am always cheered by the photos the boy takes and texts of the wee babes at their preschool. I love this one of Lottie and her friend Mattie embracing/greeting each other. Screen Shot 2019-02-04 at 11.27.55 AM.pngIMG_4599.jpegIMG_4591.jpeg

The last two are of a color matching game they were playing at school. Remarkable children!

This weekend I have more plans on my social calendar than usual. Later today daughter #1 is driving here from Mid-MO and then I will drive her to the airport in the morning. She is going to a conference in Washington D.C. and will also spend a night with daughter #2 and DN in Maryland. They are going to have way too much fun.

Saturday night is the Elegant Italian Dinner at church, a much-anticipated annual event where we eat lasagna and salad by candlelight and hope that nobody knocks the bar over (like last year). The boy and daughter #3 are attending with us this year while the wee babes enjoy pizza in the nursery. We are delighted that they are going with us.

Since today is the birthday of James Dean (1931-1955), I suggest watching one of his three movies this weekend: Rebel Without a Cause (1955), East of Eden (1955) or Giant (1956). I will probably opt for Rebel Without a Cause. Because, hello.

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It is also the birthday of another of my faves, William Tecumseh Sherman.

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So I will toast him tonight.

William Tecumseh Sherman, excerpt from a personal letter
I confess, without shame, I am sick
and tired of fighting—its glory is
all moonshine; even success
the most brilliant is over dead
and mangled bodies, with the
anguish and lamentations of distant
families, appealing to me for sons,
husbands and fathers; tis only those
who have never heard a shot,
never heard the shriek and groans
of the wounded and lacerated that cry
aloud for more blood, more vengeance,
more desolation
–Johnny Noiπ

Have a great weekend, travel safely and make good choices.

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Be still my heart.

And, hey, Ted Drewes opens for its 90th season on February 12!

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@explorestlouis

*Del Griffith in Planes, Trains and Automobiles (1987)

Train of thought Thursday

by chuckofish

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Ain’t that the truth.

Well, today is the birthday of Olympic swimmer and film star Buster Crabbe.

Clarence Linden Crabbe II grew up in Hawaii and went to USC where he was the school’s first All-American swimmer (1931) and a 1931 NCAA freestyle titleist. At the 1928 Olympics in Amsterdam, he won the bronze medal for the 1,500 meters freestyle. Four years later in Berlin, he won the 1932 Olympic gold medal for the 400-meter freestyle swimming event.

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20-year old Buster at the 1928 Olympics

His swimming prowess (and the fact that he was adorable) launched his career on the silver screen. He became the undisputed king of motion-picture adventure serials during the 1930s and 1940s. You might remember him as Flash Gordon…

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…or as Tarzan…

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…or as Buck Rogers…

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Well, although I can’t say I’ve ever actually seen one of his serials or movies–he was a bit before my time–I’ll toast him tonight.

“The characteristic of genuine heroism is its persistency. All men have wandering impulses, fits and starts of generosity. But when you have resolved to be great, abide by yourself, and do not weakly try to reconcile yourself with the world. The heroic cannot be the common, nor the common the heroic.”

― Ralph Waldo Emerson

And tomorrow is Friday!

“The broken are the more evolved. Rejoice.”*

by chuckofish

Last weekend, as you know, I was planning to watch John Ford movies in honor of his birthday. I watched How Green Was My Valley (1941) and Fort Apache (1948) and enjoyed both immensely.

But for a change of pace, I  also watched Split (2016) starring James McAvoy and written and directed by M. Night Shyamalan, who you may have heard, is in the middle of a huge career comeback.

Screen Shot 2019-02-05 at 12.15.55 PM.pngThe plot is basically: three girls are kidnapped by a man with 23 diagnosed distinct personalities. “They must try to escape before the apparent emergence of a frightful new 24th.” James McAvoy plays the guy with DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) and he is very impressive. I mean really. Why was he not nominated for an Academy Award? Good grief, I don’t know.

Anyway, it is a sequel to Unbreakable (2000).

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It is an interesting story and not overly scary/weird/gross/and or violent. I liked it, so I recommend it.

Also please note that it is 31 days of Oscar on TCM and they are showing a lot of good movies. Time to set your DVR! The schedule is here.

*The Beast, Split (2016)