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“People are crazy and times are strange”*

by chuckofish

True to my word, I did very little this weekend. I went to hear Nathaniel Philbrook. He gave a rousing talk about Benedict Arnold and the Saratoga campaign.

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He signed his book for me and I am looking forward to reading it. In the meantime I re-read his Why Read Moby-Dick? which I highly recommend.

I watched The Italian Job (2003) which I had bought for $2 at an estate sale because of the Mini Coopers. I really enjoyed it.

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It made me want to go out and drive fast, but I restrained myself.

I tore apart my office looking for a particular book and then had to clean it up. (I never found the book.)

I rescued another needlepoint pillow.

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I spread a lot of mulch and exhausted myself. Sometimes it is a good feeling to exhaust oneself doing physical labor. Watching a baseball game on the couch afterwards is that much sweeter when it is earned.

I also watched Wonder Boys (2000) directed by Curtis Hanson, who is one of my favorite directors. Bob Dylan won the Oscar for Best Song and “Things Have Changed” is indeed a classic. It is a good movie and I like Michael Douglas as a college professor having a really bad day.

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Now it is Monday again–onward and upward!

*Bob Dylan

It ain’t what they call you, it’s what you answer to*

by chuckofish

It has been a very enjoyable week: good weather; relaxing Tai Chi classes (yes, grasshopper, Tai Chi), and plenty of quiet time to indulge my addiction to genealogical research.

Today I want to consider names, because there’s no avoiding the fact that those early Puritan settlers of New England went in for some doozies. First let me clarify relationships so you don’t get confused:

Briefly, in 1671 Smith Woodward married Deliverance Hoppin, daughter of Stephen Hoppin and Hannah Makepeace (b. 1626). Smith’s and Deliverance’s son, Smith Woodward, married Thankful Pope in 1691, and their daughter, Sarah Woodward, married John Tukey in 1718. Their son, John Tukey, married Abigail Sweetsir in 1749. John and Abigail were the great-great grandparents of Henrietta Tukey, who married Abiel H. Stanley in c. 1858 to become the parents of our great-grandmother, Isabel Stanley Sargent (b. 1860).

Now there’s nothing particularly unusual about the names of Smith Woodward and his beloved, Thankful Pope, although we can raise an eyebrow at the fact that in 1691 they were fined for “fornication before marriage”. They must have been quite a couple, however, for they produced 13 children, among whom we find another Thankful, followed by Deliverance, Silence, and Submit in that order. Hmm… the last two names seem like Mother’s wishful thinking, but thirteen children is a lot for one woman to handle, even with help.

Smith Woodward’s father, also Smith Woodward, married Deliverance Hoppin (b. 1648). After Smith (Sr.) died, she married Richard Butt and became Deliverance Hoppin Butt (!?).

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Deliverance Butt’s tombstone in the Dorchester (Boston) North Burying Ground

And let’s not forget her  sibling, Opportunity Hoppin.

Returning to the Woodward family, Smith Junior’s pleasingly named daughter, Sarah Woodward, married John Tukey, and their son, John, married Abigail Sweetsir (b. 1728), who had a brother named Wigglesworth Sweetsir (b. 1735).  John and Abigail produced 12, conservatively named children, the only standout among them being Houchin Tukey (b.1754).

Finally, Deliverance Hoppin’s mother, Hannah Makepeace (b. 1626), had a half-sister named Waitawhile Makepeace. In their father, Thomas Makepeace’s will, Waitawhile also appears as Wateawhile, Waytawhile, and Waitstill. It seems that the lawyers subscribed to the idea that consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds.

Lest you think that the only people to bestow inventive names lived on this side of the pond, my DH has lately discovered some real wonders in England, among whom our favorite has to be the unfortunate lady (and no relation), Fanny Suckspeach, who was arrested for theft in 1827, but eventually exonerated.

Looking for something new and different to name a baby? Dig into your family history!

* W.C. Fields

“What’s playin’ at The Roxy? I’ll tell you what’s playin’ at the Roxy”*

by chuckofish

Four-day work weeks are the best, n’est-ce pas? It is Friday already. Glory hallelujah!

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I have few plans per usual. However, I am going to hear the author Nathaniel Philbrick speak about his latest book, Valiant Ambition, a “surprising account of the middle years of the American Revolution, and the tragic relationship between George Washington and Benedict Arnold.” You will recall that he is the author of In the Heart of the Sea and several other books about American History. I especially like his book Why Read Moby-Dick?

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In this short book he says,

He tells us to call him Ishmael, but who is the narrator of Moby-Dick? For one thing, he has known depression, “a damp, drizzly November of the soul.” But he is also a person of genuine enthusiasms. Like Holden Caulfield in The Catcher int he Rye, he is wonderfully engaging, a vulnerable wiseass who invites us to join him on a quest to murder the blues by shipping out on a whaleship.

I love this, because it is exactly what I thought when I read Moby-Dick. I mean, don’t you just love it when you read something that is exactly what you thought already? Great minds and all that.

Beyond this intellectual outing to the Ethical Society, I am going to pursue my usual weekend activities of puttering and straightening up my house.

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I may do some further planning for my trip to Kansas City next weekend. Yes, I convinced the OM to take a day off from work and drive out to the western edge of our great state and do some looking around in the Westport area.

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Independence and the Opening of the West by Thomas Hart Benton

Good times await. Everything’s up to date in Kansas City, or so they say.

Enjoy your weekend!

*Guys and Dolls

“Darling, we’ve all got to pack up some time or other. It isn’t when we pack up that matters; it’s what we do while we’re here.”*

by chuckofish

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Today is the 73rd anniversary of the sad day in 1943 when the plane in which Leslie Howard was riding was shot down by Nazis. He died along with the other sixteen people on the flight from Lisbon to Bristol when the camouflaged airliner came under attack by a schwarm of eight V/KG40 Ju 88C6 maritime fighters.

The son of a Hungarian Jew and an English mother, Leslie Howard was a shell-shocked British veteran of WWI when he took up acting after the war. In America he came to embody the perfect Englishman on stage and on screen. He was a good polo player as well.

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A great patriot, he worked feverishly as a British propagandist and, some say, spy during WWII.

So you see, he died as heroically in real life as he did in many of his films and on stage. Here he is as Hamlet (onstage in New York, 1936). I bet he was pretty great.

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Of course, it goes without saying that tonight we will toast LH and watch The Petrified Forest (1936).

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But you could watch Pygmalion (1938)

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or The Scarlet Pimpernel (1934)

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or Outward Bound (1930)

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or even Gone With the Wind (1939), a movie he kind of hated.

Whatever movie you choose, Leslie Howard will be terrific in it. I’m not biased or anything.

*R.J. Mitchell in Spitfire (1942)

Photos all from Google.

“The greatest little man I ever met”*

by chuckofish

It is appropriate that on this Memorial Day we toast Col. Elmer Ellsworth, who was the first “conspicuous casualty” and Union officer killed in the Civil War.

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He was killed on May 24, 1864, age 24, while removing a Confederate flag from the roof of the Marshall House Inn of Alexandria, Virginia at Lincoln’s behest, as the flag had been visible from the White House as a defiant sign of the growing rebellion.

“Remember Ellsworth” became a patriotic slogan: the 44th New York Volunteer Infantry Regiment called itself the “Ellsworth Avengers.”

President Lincoln wrote the following letter to his parents:

To the Father and Mother of Col. Elmer E. Ellsworth:

My dear Sir and Madam, In the untimely loss of your noble son, our affliction here, is scarcely less than your own. So much of promised usefulness to one’s country, and of bright hopes for one’s self and friends, have rarely been so suddenly dashed, as in his fall. In size, in years, and in youthful appearance, a boy only, his power to command men, was surpassingly great. This power, combined with a fine intellect, an indomitable energy, and a taste altogether military, constituted in him, as seemed to me, the best natural talent, in that department, I ever knew. And yet he was singularly modest and deferential in social intercourse. My acquaintance with him began less than two years ago; yet through the latter half of the intervening period, it was as intimate as the disparity of our ages, and my engrossing engagements, would permit. To me, he appeared to have no indulgences or pastimes; and I never heard him utter a profane, or intemperate word. What was conclusive of his good heart, he never forgot his parents. The honors he labored for so laudably, and, in the sad end, so gallantly gave his life, he meant for them, no less than for himself.

In the hope that it may be no intrusion upon the sacredness of your sorrow, I have ventured to address you this tribute to the memory of my young friend, and your brave and early fallen child.

May God give you that consolation which is beyond all earthly power. Sincerely your friend in a common affliction —

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Ellsworth’s funeral was the first of three held in the East Room of the White House during the war. The second, in 1862, was a service for the president’s 11-year-old son Willie. The third was Lincoln’s own.

Sigh. I’m not sure why Elmer Ellsworth came to mind, but he did, and he seems a worthy example of the American soldier whom we honor today.

Here’s Lee Greenwood singing “God Bless the U.S.A,” which kind of says it all:

I hope I am never too blasé or jaded that this song doesn’t prompt a tear.

*A. Lincoln

Noli Timere

by chuckofish

Benny's Scarecrow (Jim Loper's coat) by Andrew Wyeth

Benny’s Scarecrow (Jim Loper’s coat) by Andrew Wyeth

After spending most of her life scanning the horizon for slights and threats, genuine and imagined, she knew the real threat to her happiness came not from the dot in the distance, but from looking for it. Expecting it. Waiting for it. And in some cases, creating it. Her father had jokingly accused her of living in the wreckage of her future. Until one day she’d looked deep into his eyes and saw he wasn’t joking. He was warning her.
― Louise Penny, The Long Way Home

Wise words to be mindful of this Memorial Day weekend…

Have a good one and don’t be afraid!

*Seamus Heaney’s last words, a tweat to his wife in Latin meaning ‘don’t be afraid’.

 

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by chuckofish

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It has been a busy week which included the annual meeting of our flyover institute and other stress-inducing business, so I am ready for a relaxing three-day weekend!

How about you?

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“Lots of people are wonderful, but you’re just the best.”*

by chuckofish

Today we celebrate the birthday of the oft-quoted Ralph Waldo Emerson (May 25, 1803–April 27, 1882).

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It would be a good day to take down one of his books, blow off the dust and read it. It would also be a good day to take a walk–an activity he was fond of.

“Few people know how to take a walk. The qualifications are endurance, plain clothes, old shoes, an eye for nature, good humor, vast curiosity, good speech, good silence and nothing too much.”

I will also remind you that tomorrow (May 26) is the birthday of John Wayne, so you might want to charge up your DVR in anticipation of said day. TCM is, of course, running his movies all day, although it is not a very inspired line-up if you ask me.

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I will no doubt dig into my cache of John Wayne favorites and choose something else.

Speaking of JW, last week CBS ran a couple of classic (colorized) episodes of “I Love Lucy” from season 5 of the series–I’m not sure why. Originally broadcast in October of 1955, they centered on Lucy and Ethel trying to steal John Wayne’s footprints from in front of Grauman’s Chinese Theater and the hilarity that ensues. I was never a huge fan of this show and its slapstick comedy, but I admit I laughed out loud watching these two episodes.

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Of course, John Wayne was the guest star and at one point Lucy says to him, “Lots of people are wonderful, but you’re just the best,”* and I couldn’t agree more.

The same goes for old Ralph Waldo Emerson. Have a great day and “write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year…”

“I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)” *

by chuckofish

I’m back from my long weekend celebrating my niece’s wedding. It was fun being with my brother and his family.

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Chris with his son Foster

My dual personality was there with one of her sons.

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…and plenty of cousin time…

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Foster and the boy

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Cousins, including Ellen, the bride

Good times.

*e.e. cummings

Soldier, keep movin’ on*

by chuckofish

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All this rain and cool weather is doing great things for the iris and for our grass–is it ever green!

In other news, the OM and the boy and I are jetting off this afternoon to Pennsylvania where my niece will get hitched this Saturday. Daughters #1, 2 and 3 all have prior engagements (two graduations and another wedding) so they are not coming. C’est la vie.

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The wedding is in Meadville, the home of Allegheny College. William McKinley, you will recall, attended this college and Clarence Darrow and Ida Tarbell graduated from it. The wedding is taking place at the Unitarian-Universalist Church.

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Fun fact: The song “Bittersweet Motel” by the Vermont jam band, Phish, was inspired when keyboardist, Page McConnell, left a wedding in Meadville and drove down to the Pittsburgh Airport.

Halfway between Erie and Pittsburgh
You’re putting me through hell
On the highway to the Bittersweet Motel

When the only tool you have is a hammer
Everything looks like a nail
And your living at the Bittersweet Motel

Indeed, there is no quick and/or easy way to get there, so this will be an adventure in more ways than not. But I am up for an adventure this weekend…how about you?

Safe travels to all who are traveling. See you ’round campus, man!

*Toby Mac