Monday, November 8, 2010

A bit of a look into Victorian New York

Our perceptions of the world present and past are shaped by the biases that are naturally developed through training and experience.  The way moderns perceive the culture of the Victorian age is, therefore, quite naturally different from the way in which a person from that time would perceive it.  Lydia Maria Child wrote this volume of letters from New York in which she commented on pretty much every aspect of society, but the thing that stands out most is her commentary on culture as related to morals.  Whether she is talking about Five Points or the Battery, slavery or temperance reform, women's rights or penitentiaries,  the morals of those issues and circumstances and the morality which they breed is constantly present.  So, let Lydia Maria Child be a guide to the culture of New York, principally, and to that United States of yesterday, in a larger sense.  She herself expresses the belief that society and circumstances make people who they are.  Consider her, then a person created of that time and society and see through her eyes into that era and culture.

It seems that there is in New York a sense of moral obligation to help the unfortunate.  Some of this is seen in things as simple as the keeping of public parks and gardens.  These are to be found in the New York that Child knew and not as common in Boston, to whom Child principally writes.  Child defends these public places: "Let science, literature, music, flowers, all things that tend to cultivate the intellect, or humanize the heart, be open to 'Tom, Dick, and Harry;' and thus, in the process of time, they will become Mr. Thomas, Richard, and Henry.  In all these things, the refined should think of what they can impart, not of what they can receive" (6).   More than general public availability of beauty and science is the positive activity directed toward helping the unfortunate.   Child speaks of the Temperance Society and the city-wide parade they had.  An anecdote in which a minister of the Temperance Society finds a poor drunk on the street and takes him in to give him clothing a find him a job is an example of the focus of this group.  The focus is on lifting up the oppressed.  After all, "society makes its own criminals,"(8) so if we turn society to rescuing those on the lowest rungs of society, we shall better their morals and better society.  Similarly, Child references a Benevolent Society of displaced Highlanders whose aim is to aid their "indigent countrymen." 

One can glimpse a bit of the poverty that is being combated in Child's description of Five Points.  In January, she speaks of naked children running the streets in that place and in various places comments on the filth of the place. Another bit shows a similar picture—a young boy, "about four years old, with a heap of newspapers, 'more big as he could carry,' under his little arm, and another clenched in his small, red fist."  Child projects a likely future involving drunken parents, theft, and arrest.  The law becomes merely an enemy to the unfortunate soul who has known nothing more than poverty and desperation.  On the opposite end of the scale, one can perceive glimpses of the fantastically wealthy in the mention of pleasure yachts and luxury.  Even more distinction can be noted in how well educated Child shows herself to be.  She is very familiar with Greek and Roman mythology, classic literature of the time.  She is very aware of the modern sciences of the day.  She writes in an elegant, if sometimes ponderous style.  It displays an education that the poor could not hope to get.   Perhaps it is appropriate that in this time of enlarged distinction between the upper and lower classes of America, elements of society would turn toward the aid of those in the less fortunate position.

Much of societies' ills, Child blames on society—" society . . . makes its own criminals, and then, at prodigious loss of time, money, and morals, punishes its own work."(8)  A physical comparison is made to a place in New York that used to be a fresh spring.  It was filled in for construction purposes and at that time, had become a stinking den of poverty and water now had to be transported in at great expense.  But there is another aspect of morality and culture that influences negatively—the relative positions of men and women. 
(And that is the first segment of the report).

It is interesting to see this bit of a report..."society... makes its own criminals" This is a dangerous proposition.  We live in a fallen world.  It seems James' explanation for wars and contentions is more to the point.   
You desire, and you do not have. You envy and you kill, and you are unable to obtain. You argue and you fight, and you do not have, because you do not ask.
You ask and you do not receive, because you ask badly, so that you may use it toward your own desires.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

A few quotes that I like

"So I had this problem -- work or starve. So I thought I'd combine the two and decided to become a writer."
Robert Bloch

"You do what's right, and let the pieces fall where they may."
--Peter Burke

and about the sea-
"Most fitting symbol of the Infinite, this trackless pathway of a world heaving and stretching to meet the sky it never reaches, like the eager unsatisfied aspirations of the human soul."
--Lydia Maria Francis Child

Sunday, August 22, 2010

End of Summer Vacation: Masque Ball




It was the party of the season as we celebrated Abby Fodor, Esther Mahoney, and Naomi Mahoney. I didn't get many pictures at all of the dancing, but at least I didn't take all shadow pictures :-)

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Which is more dead?

I was walking and singing to myself about grass.  You see, grass is an amazing plant.  Chop it down--it grows.  Walk on it--it grows.  Tread it down into the mud--it still grows.  It spreads itself over the earth and holds the soil together.  It makes life a bit cooler and prettier where it grows.

Well, around this dorm is all this dead grass that was laid out to shelter the new grass that was planted.  Some of that new grass is coming up and that is what started the song.  Then as I walked, I came across these patches of dead grass standing upright.  The grass is yellow and dry, and no green grass is growing in the midst of it.  So I wondered, which is more dead--the dead grass standing up or the dead grass lying down? 

Which is more dead, the dead still standing or the dead who have fallen?

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Work to Music

(I just finished this years week of cleaning recently.  It is delightful to read old descriptions.)

For a week, seven twelve hour days, I have been working out at the factory as a cleaner.  That means a lock of stooping and sweeping and wiping down and scooting and crawling along rollers and under and over conveyors and scraping dope and twisting around to get under parts of machinery and bending myself into awkward positions to get hard-to-reach places with my little broom. Fun stuff.  I was grateful for the face mask especially when sweeping above my head.  Oh yeah, the scraping was amazing.  The dope was possessed by the spirit of Zeno.  Anyone could scrape off swathes and come back and scrape less, but still some, and then less but still some, and then less, but . . .yeah, dear old Zeno.  But it was neat becoming better acquainted with the people, which was easier while working in the doper area than on the conveyors.

This morning I woke up at 4:45 and thought maybe I could squeeze making an egg in for Papa but he was gone.  I woke up at 7:25-ish (no alarm).  I began to get up and fell back on my pillow.  My back was sore, my hands were sore.  I thought, oh! I'm sore!  I don't want to get up for now.  So I went back to sleep.  After all, today is my "independence" day--especially if I read the declaration...I miss hearing that.

Anyway,  while doing tedious work, it is easy for songs to strike in my brain--really it's almost like a radio in the head.  One day, I had a song my mother played a couple days previously stuck in my head.  I hated it.  Girls just wanna have fu-un...yeah.  So, that night I purged with Libera--Be Still My Soul, You Were There, Vespera.  I had good music the next day. The first two stuck the best, and the next day You Were There was stronger than Be Still along with Control and Tonight.  (You were there, in everything I knew from the moment I began . . .to Take control of the atmosphere, Take me far away from here.  There is no better loss than to lose myself in you. . .)

    My "radio" standards were good; they included a story time station.  Story time included tales of the "sinister" girl.  She is left handed and quite the escape artist.  She has had a hard time of it, but things may be looking up now.  Also, related to her story is another story line. . .it involves a garden, a grump, a priest and a son of Elaine Zephoran.  The son is trying to find his birth parents as he is an adopted child.  
Here is the list:  You Were There, I Am Loved(Above the Golden State), Un Amore Per Sempre(Josh Groban), Tonight(Toby Mac's and Group 1 Crew's), Mad World, Black and Gold(Sam Sparro), Amazing Grace, story time, Porcelain Heart(Barlowe Girl), Higher Ground, Control(MuteMath), God of Our Fathers(ALERT Chorale), Dark Waltz(Hayley Westenra), random tune, Jesu Joy of Man's Desiring (instrumental), Be Still My Soul--besides other random stuff.  I had to switch stations once.  Some people were talking about I Will Survive...I switched.