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More moorland adventures

by chuckofish

Although we got our customary late start after a leisurely morning reading and enjoying the garden,

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we braved the “Alice-in-wonderland-down-the-rabbit-hole” roads complete with disorienting hedges, one lane-width, and blind corners

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to climb three tors. Here’s Chris atop North Hessary,

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Duncan at Sharp Tor

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and Hound Tor,
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and Tim leaping at Hound Tor.

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Finally, here am I with my boys — I’m just relieved they survived all that leaping about.

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Now I’m enjoying my richly deserved gin and tonic. Hope your days are full of beautiful views and clean air too!

Long remember

by chuckofish

This week marks the 150th anniversary (July 1–3, 1863) of the battle of Gettysburg in Pennsylvania. The battle involved the largest number of casualties of the entire war (Antietam had the most in a single day) and is often described as the war’s turning point.

Last year I read Long Remember written in 1934 by Mackinlay Kantor.

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It is considered the first “realistic” novel about the Civil War. I guess that means it does not glorify it or romanticize it in any way. It deals with the residents of the town of Gettysburg and how the battle affected them.

“She had never thought that war could be like this, with such a desperate casualness about it. War was fought in fields: there was the field of Shiloh, the field of Antietam, the field of Fredericksburg. She knew; she had read the papers. The papers mentioned nothing of people running across back yards and knocking down the clothes-props as they went.”

I liked it very much and highly recommend it.

I have also read The Killer Angels by Michael Shaara, the Pulitzer Prize-winning novel of 1975.

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This novel introduces you to all the main players on both sides in the battle of Gettysburg. My favorite, of course, is Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain, who, though we share a surname, I cannot claim as a relative.

Col. Joshua Chamberlain of the 20th Maine Infantry, awarded the Medal of Honor, Governor of Maine and President of Bowdoin College

Col. Joshua Chamberlain of the 20th Maine Infantry, awarded the Medal of Honor, Governor of Maine and President of Bowdoin College

Col. Chamberlain was, of course, a Chamberlain from Maine, while our Chamberlins (sans “a”) hailed from Vermont. You will recall that my dual personality blogged about our other non-relative at Gettysburg, Waldo Farrar here.

They broke the mold when they made old Joshua Chamberlin. A devout Congregationalist and choir member, he was a college professor when the Civil War began. Chamberlain believed the Union needed to be supported by “all those willing” against the Confederacy. Of his desire to serve in the War he wrote to Maine’s Governor Israel Washburn, Jr., “I fear, this war, so costly of blood and treasure, will not cease until men of the North are willing to leave good positions, and sacrifice the dearest personal interests, to rescue our country from desolation, and defend the national existence against treachery.” Chamberlain put his money where his mouth was and joined up.

For his “daring heroism and great tenacity in holding his position on the Little Round Top against repeated assaults, and carrying the advance position on the Great Round Top”, Chamberlain was awarded the Medal of Honor.

In early 1865, Chamberlain was given command of the 1st Brigade of the 1st Division of V Corps, and he continued to act with courage and resolve. On March 29, 1865, his brigade participated in a major skirmish on the Quaker Road during Grant’s final advance that would finish the war. Despite losses, another wound (in the left arm and chest that almost caused amputation), and nearly being captured, Chamberlain was successful and brevetted to the rank of major general by President Abraham Lincoln. Chamberlain gained the name “Bloody Chamberlain” at Quaker Road. Chamberlain kept a bible and framed picture of his wife in his left front “chest” pocket. A confederate shot at Chamberlain. The bullet went through his horse’s neck, hit the picture frame, entered under Chamberlain’s skin in the front of his chest, traveled around his body under the skin along the rib, and exited his back. To all observers Union and Confederate, it appeared that he was shot through his chest. He continued to encourage his men to attack. All sides cheered his valiant courage, and the union assault was successful.

In all, Chamberlain served in 20 battles and numerous skirmishes, was cited for bravery four times, had six horses shot from under him, and was wounded six times.

Chamberlain left the army soon after the war ended, going back to his home state of Maine. Due to his immense popularity he served as Governor of Maine for four one-year terms after he won election as a Republican. His victory in 1866 set the record for the most votes and the highest percentage for any Maine governor by that time. He would break his own record in 1868.

After leaving political office, he returned to Bowdoin College. In 1871, he was appointed president of Bowdoin and remained in that position until 1883, when he was forced to resign due to ill health from his war wounds.

Chamberlain died of his lingering wartime wounds in 1914 at Portland, Maine, age 85, and is buried in Pine Grove Cemetery in Brunswick, Maine. He was the last Civil War veteran to die as a result of wounds from the war.

Well, I seem to have gotten off the subject of Gettysburg here, but Col. Chamberlain has that effect on me. We should all toast Col. Chamberlain tonight and all those brave souls who fought during those bloody July days in Gettysburg. Going to the Gettysburg National Military Park is on my bucket list. One of these days.

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“The faith itself was simple; he believed in the dignity of man. His ancestors were Huguenots, refugees of a chained and bloody Europe. He had learned their stories in the cradle. He had grown up believing in America and the individual and it was a stronger faith than his faith in God. This was the land where no man had to bow. In this place at last a man could stand up free of the past, free of tradition and blood ties and the curse of royalty and become what he wished to become. This was the first place on earth where the man mattered more than the state. True freedom had begun here and it would spread eventually over all the earth. But it had begun HERE. The fact of slavery upon this incredibly beautiful new clean earth was appalling, but more even than that was the horror of old Europe, the curse of nobility, which the South was transplanting to new soil. They were forming a new aristocracy, a new breed of glittering men, and Chamberlain had come to crush it. But he was fighting for the dignity of man and in that way he was fighting for himself. If men were equal in America, all the former Poles and English and Czechs and blacks, then they were equal everywhere, and there was really no such thing as foreigner; there were only free men and slaves. And so it was not even patriotism but a new faith. The Frenchman may fight for France, but the American fights for mankind, for freedom; for the people, not the land.”

― Michael Shaara, The Killer Angels

Off-season

by chuckofish

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Last week we were in Boca Grande, Florida, staying in a luxurious condo generously loaned to us by a good friend.

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It was glorious.

Clearly I am an off-season person. One of the joys of the off-season in Florida is, of course, that there are so few people around. It is quiet and relatively peaceful. You have the beach almost to yourself and the pool is peaceful except for a few polite southern children who respect your space.

It is possible to live in the moment and really relax.

Our daughters, the over-worked TV exec and the on-a-budget graduate student, could let their hair down.

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Daughter #2 sliced and diced for us while daughter #1 mixed perfect margaritas. Yummo.

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All week I never logged on or in to anything. (Unlike this guy.)

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To each his own.

I preferred to walk on the beach and collect seashells.

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The weather, I might add, was perfect–never warmer than it was at home in our flyover state. And there was always that proverbial tropical breeze blowing. Plus, we spent hours cooling off in the pool which was surrounded by lovely Floridian flora.

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Then we would go into town to eat lunch or have ice cream.

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Then repeat.

Enjoy a lovely dinner.

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Enjoy the sunset.

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We got all dressed up once and went to the fabulous (and historic) Gasparilla Inn on our second-to-last night.

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I read a lot of Nathaniel Hawthorne–my kind of beach reading! And we watched a lot of Designing Women, Season 2 which daughter #1 brought along, plus various movie favorites of the mindless variety, i.e. Viva Las Vegas, Ghostbusters II, and others too embarrassing to name.

Mix in endless mother/daughter chatter and you have a priceless vacay.

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Nevertheless, it’s always nice to come home, isn’t it?

But I sure do miss my girls.

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Adventures on Dartmoor

by chuckofish

Well, we made it to England jet-lagged and a little the worse for wear.

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Happy home in Devon

After a couple of quiet days, we ventured out onto the moor today. It was spectacular

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Haytor, Dartmoor

if slightly vertiginous.

Chris leaping atop Haytor

Chris leaping atop Haytor

I tried not to look… The heights were scary, but the ponies were friendly,

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Mother prepares to pet a pony

and you could see practically forever.

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Stay tuned for future adventures as the Melvilles take on the Devon roads (winding and single lane), the vastness of Dartmoor, and who knows what else!

Another milestone

by chuckofish

Well, boy #3 is now a High School graduate — I have the picture to prove it.

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Tim is the little brown dot on stage to the right of the seal and just left of the podium. And yes, we were in a hockey arena — where else would a north country graduation take place?

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We got a couple of decent photos, but let me tell you, it wasn’t easy to get all three brothers making ‘normal’ faces at the same time. Afterwards some of us  (not the graduate, who had better things to do) came home to celebrate.

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And so it went…

Now on to the next thing, whatever that may be.

 

 

“I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.” *

by chuckofish

On Saturday I’m flying to Florida to meet up with “my girls” for a week on the beach.

On Tuesday my dual personality will leave for her biennual journey to England to visit her in-laws.

Posting will most probably be intermittent, but don’t worry, we’ll be checking in from time to time. My husband will be loaded down with all manner of laptop, iPad, iPhone, etc. so I will not be cut off from the world. God forbid.

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While we are gone, the boy and his bride will move into their new (old) house. That worked out nicely, right?

*T.S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”

You remember…

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

Where are you now?

by chuckofish

Facebook, as you know, is a veritable font of new-agey platitudes and politically-correct advice. Once in a rare while, however, I find something that a friend has posted that makes me sit up and pay attention.

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Lao Tzu, or Laozi, is traditionally regarded as the author of the Tao Te Ching and as the founder of Taoism. I readily admit I know next to nothing about eastern religions. (If you are interested, you can read about it here.)

Whatever. I just think these particular words are eminently true. It is SO important to live in the day.

Here is what Frederick Buechner says about it:

“Much as we wish, not one of us can bring back yesterday or shape tomorrow. Only today is ours, and it will not be ours for long, and once it is gone it will never in all time be ours again. Thou only knowest what it holds in store for us, yet even we know something of what it will hold. The chance to speak the truth, to show mercy, to ease another’s burden. The chance to resist evil, to remember all the good times and good people of our past, to be brave, to be strong, to be glad.”

― Frederick Buechner, The Hungering Dark

So BE in the present. Or at least try hard. Look around you. Pay attention. Listen. Be brave, be strong, be glad.

Praise the Lord.

Did you know?

by chuckofish

Did you know that today–June 19–is Juneteenth?

What is Juneteenth, you say? Juneteenth is an annual observance to celebrate the date Union soldiers enforced the Emancipation Proclamation freeing all remaining slaves in Galveston, Texas, on June 19, 1865.  Texas was the last state in rebellion, following the end of the Civil War, to allow slavery.

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Although the rumors of freedom were widespread prior to this, actual emancipation was not announced in Texas until General Gordon Granger came to Galveston, Texas and issued General Order No. 3, on the 19th of June,  almost two and a half years after President Abraham Lincoln signed the Emancipation Proclamation.

The Freedmen's Memorial Monument to Abraham Lincoln in Washington D.C.  Frederick Douglass was the keynote speaker at the dedication service on April 14, 1876, with President Ulysses S. Grant in attendance.

The Freedmen’s Memorial Monument to Abraham Lincoln in Washington D.C.
Frederick Douglass was the keynote speaker at the dedication service on April 14, 1876, with President Ulysses S. Grant in attendance.

Although Juneteenth has been informally celebrated each year since 1865, it wasn’t until June 3, 1979, that Texas became the first state to proclaim Emancipation Day (Juneteenth) an official state holiday. “Juneteenth has become a day for African Americans to celebrate their freedom, culture, and achievements…It is a day for all Americans to celebrate African American history and rejoice in their freedom.” (The Library of Congress)

As of June 2012, 42 U.S. states (including my flyover state) and the District of Columbia have recognized Juneteenth as either a state holiday or special day of observance.

I say, sounds to me like a good reason to have a party.

At the very least, I think I’ll watch a movie with the awesome Woody Strode* in it.

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This might be the beginning of a beautiful new tradition.

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The Professionals (1966) on Juneteenth. You know how I feel about this movie.

In case you didn’t know, Woodrow “Woody” Strode attended UCLA where he was a world-class decathelete and played football. He served in the US Army during World War II. Strode was also one of the first four black players to integrate professional football in 1946 when he played for the Cleveland Rams. Later he he played a Buffalo soldier in the 1960 John Ford movie Sergeant Rutledge. He appeared in over 80 domestic and foreign films in a career that spanned nearly 55 years, including Spartacus and The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance.

Joyeux anniversaire–part II

by chuckofish

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Happy anniversary to our big brother and his lovely wife who tied the knot thirty years ago on June 18, 1983. Hats off to you two love-birds and may you enjoy thirty more happy years together!

C’est une belle réussite. We should eat some cake.

Joyeux anniversaire

by chuckofish

This weekend we went to a surprise party for our good friends who were celebrating their 35th wedding anniversary hosted by their daughter.

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We lived next door to each other back when our kids were little.

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I guess we’ve all grown up–or at least, gotten older!

Thanks for reminding me! Well, at least there was cake.

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Hats off to all those brave souls who manage to stay married through thick and thin.

We’ll have another milestone to share tomorrow!