Friday, May 20, 2011

Tantalizing Tidbits

It’s been such a busy month so far at Gatepost Tours that we completely missed posting last week.

Therefore, to assuage our collectively guilty conscience and also to give an idea of what we have been doing with our time, we’d like to share five favorite things we’ve either read or learned more about recently.
Here they are, in no particular order:
View of Walden from Thoreau's Cove, (early 20th c.?)
 1. In Walden, Thoreau jokes that he was “desirous to recover the long lost bottom of Walden Pond,   and continues, "Many have believed that Walden reached quite through to the other side of the globe." So in the winter of 1846, Henry set out to accurately measure the basis for these rumors with nothing fancier than a compass and a sounding line tied to a stone. The results? 102 feet, at its deepest (give or take a little with ice and annual fluctuations). Modern investigations and a complete mapping of the pond's bottom by the U.S Geological Survey, confirmed Henry's findings within 2 feet. 

2. Even grown men admit to crying at the scene where John the blacksmith dies in Louisa May Alcott’s Hospital Sketches. We’ll be kind enough not to reveal the identity of the particular gentleman who recently confessed to us this astonishing fact. And if you haven't read the book, we dare you to try and do so without laughing out loud or boo-hooing at least once! Definitely up there with Louisa's best.
 3. The American Civil War may have profoundly altered the voice of our national literary identity. If you’d like to learn more about this fascinating theory, we highly recommend the lecture, “Writing the Civil War” which will be presented Wednesday, May 25th at The Wayside in Concord. For those who can't make it in person, we'll ask permission to post some highlights here.
 4. The Emerson children were once given a parrot that they adopted as a pet.  Daughter Edith recalls that when addressing her about the parrot, Ralph Waldo referred to it as “your green cat.”
Nathaniel "hottie" Hawthorne
 5. As tribute to the dreary stretch of clouds, rain and chill we’ve recently endured this May in New England, we offer the following insight from Mr. Hawthorne on how he beat the gloom of a similarly endless rain back in 1842.
The sunshiny Sophia
 “Still another rainy day - the heaviest rain, I believe, that has fallen since we came to Concord…In this sombre weather, when ordinary mortals almost forget that there was ever any golden sunshine, or ever will be any hearafter, my little wife seems absolutely to radiate it from her own heart and mind…As for myself, I am little other than a cloud, at such seasons; but she contrives to make me a sunny one; for she gets into the remotest recesses of my heart, and shines all through me.”
Awww...what a softie! (And a hottie!) Even the most cynical, un-romantic among us have to admit that’s pretty darn sweet.
But in the absence of Sophia Hawthorne’s evident warmth, we’ll just have to go find something else to cheer us until the sun reappears. It’s pretty much a toss-up between a pint of Guinness or a good book. Or...a pint of Guinness AND a good book! What could be nicer on a dismal-weather day?

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Celebrating Mother's Day the historic way


(We wrote this a couple of years ago for the Concord Journal, and figured it'd be nice to dust it off and spiffy it up for Mother's Day 2011)

Each May, we find ourselves bombarded with commercials and newspaper ads for Mother’s Day. We are enthusiastically reminded to show appreciation for this most essential woman in the form of flowers, jewelry or chocolate. Maybe a spa day. Or, there’s the often talked about but rarely executed Breakfast In Bed, which often comes complete with Disastrous Kitchen, for no extra charge. Card racks are crammed with a profusion of pink sentiments while florists are florid with foliage.

But, the curious might ask, how did we come to officially celebrate Mother’s Day at all? Certainly, we’ve been eulogizing mothers in this world for quite some time. Thousands of years actually, before Hallmark was even a glimmer in the corporate eye.

The Goddess Isis, wall painting, c. 1360 B.C.
One tradition dates back to the ancient Egyptians and the seriously bizarre tale of Isis and her son, Horus, whose father needed to be not only resurrected but also reassembled in order to contribute anything to Horus’ existence. Luckily, Isis was a pretty competent single mom (most goddesses are) and managed to raise Horus well enough to become the first ruler of a unified Egypt, thus ensuring her own title as Mother of the pharaohs. This rather unforgettable story eventually made its way into Roman culture and the Mother Isis became a revered figure, along with Magna Mater, who stems from the earlier Greek Mother deity, Rhea.

A later incarnation of the holiday came from the early Catholics in Europe as worshippers gathered during Lent to honor their “mother church.” By the 1600s, this had expanded to include real, earthly mothers, earning the new denomination Mothering Day. While the British continued the observance of Mothering Sunday in England, its tradition was lost here in the American Colonies for about 200 years.

Fortunately for us, a woman named Anna Jarvis was born in 1864 and achieved historical and legislative success when president Woodrow Wilson signed into law the Mother’s Day proclamation of 1914. For more than six years, Anna had campaigned for the official celebration of Motherhood to be sanctioned and recognized in this country, despite never having achieved that epithet herself.
Anna Jarvis

Instead, Anna was inspired by her own impressive mother, Ann Maria Reeves Jarvis (1832-1905), social activist, pacifist and champion for improved health and sanitary conditions for families during and after the Civil War. Adding to her already saintly stature was the fact Mrs. Jarvis also found time to give birth to twelve (that’s right, TWELVE) children.

What might Concord contribute to a list of historically magnificent matriarchs? If we reach into our past we shall find three women in particular who stand out, even by today’s super-mom standards.

Silhouette of
Cynthia Dunbar Thoreau
Although Thoreau’s mother, Cynthia Dunbar, is chiefly known via her relation to Henry David, she can plainly stand on her own achievements. She was an intelligent and outgoing woman admired for her excellent housekeeping skills, extremely generous, and often shared the family table with those in need. Outspoken and opinionated, Cynthia was a bit unconventional (turns out she was five months pregnant at the time of her wedding) but she and her husband John raised four bright, influential, if equally individualist children. Cynthia also participated in the Female Charitable Society, and the Ladies Anti-Slavery Society through which their house became a stop on the Underground Railroad.

Abigail Alcott
Abigail Alcott was of course the mother to our famous Louisa May. While raising her four daughters and supporting the many progressive adventures of her husband, Bronson, Abby also involved herself in the noble causes of women’s suffrage, temperance, relief for the poor and abolition. Before moving to the Orchard House in Concord, Abby helped her husband with his Temple School in Boston and was also one of the first paid social workers in Massachusetts. For a time, the entire family lived at Fruitlands, the communal farm in Harvard where Abby put in long hours of labor. When asked once by a visitor if Fruitlands had any beasts of burden, Abby pointedly replied “only one woman.” And yet, Louisa would later say of her mother, if you loved Marmie from “Little Women,” you would have loved her even more in real life.

Sarah Alden Bradford Ripley
Perhaps the most brilliant and relatively unknown Concord mother was Sarah Alden Bradford Ripley, wife of the Rev. Samuel Ripley and resident of the Old Manse. Beginning at age 4, Sarah ultimately taught herself seven languages and eventually mastered many sciences of the day. These included botany, chemistry, astronomy and mathematics. In later years, Harvard would send its troubled students out to Samuel and Sarah for rustication, where Sarah would tutor them in diverse subjects, all while running a household, participating as a minister’s wife and raising eight children. Even the famously intelligent Ralph Waldo Emerson would seek out his aunt Sarah’s opinions to eagerly discourse with her on matters of theology and metaphysics. (Sheesh! it's no wonder she's often referred to as "Smart Sarah")


So this Sunday, as we reflect on the outstanding mothers in our own lives, perhaps spare a thought for the interesting history of how we came to embrace this special day and three exceptional moms from Concord's past . And by all means, don’t be afraid to do something a little unorthodox to help the celebration along. Although, no reassembling of husbands please, even if you are a goddess!


For those of you in and around Concord, here are a few suggestions of historic-themed things to do this Mother's Day weekend:






Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Rum and Revolution

Mr. Ambrose Gosling is a charming and generous man. The fact that he's dead doesn't seem to inhibit his lively personality in the least. 


Indeed, if you find yourself in the same room with him for longer than about thirty seconds, there's an excellent chance he'll offer you a drink, or perhaps a pinch of snuff. From the depths of his anachronistic waistcoat, a small wooden box will materialize, filled with fragrant, powdered tobacco, of which you are encouraged to inspect, admire, or more bravely, insufflate as you see fit. 

"For many years, only the upper class and royalty used snuff," Gosling may tell you, by way of encouragement. (Go on, all your 200 year-old friends are doing it.)

Mr. Gosling demonstrates the proper way to ingest snuff
And then there's the rum. Gosling's Rum to be specific, which came about when the English-born Ambrose and his brother James relocated from London to Bermuda around 1806 and founded their flagship spirit known as Black Seal. 

For those who wish to imbibe an historically accurate Dark 'n Stormy - a fetching blend of ginger beer, rum and lime - Gosling's is the preferred choice, the only choice really, when it comes to Bermuda's national drink. 

Still owned and run by the Gosling family today, rum enthusiasts will be happy to learn that Black Seal, for the first time in roughly two centuries, has been recently made available in the U.S. (Check out the CNN article from April, 2011 for more on this very special libation.)


But, getting back to Ambrose. Though long departed, his character has been resurrected by Jeremy Bell, an Edinburg native turned Bostonian, who proffers an abundance of talent, charisma and captivating tales during the remarkable show he calls "Rum and Revolution".

When Gatepost Tours discovered that Jeremy and his daughter, Katie, were to perform at Main Street's Cafe in Concord, well, the darkest and stormiest of nights wouldn't have kept us away. 

Always ready with a grand toast!
Even if you're the type who would rather drive at high speed into a brick wall than endure 18th-century history and music, it's just not possible to sit through "Rum and Revolution" without feeling thoroughly entertained. Yes, there are old songs, but they're rousing, impertinent songs about drinking, sailing and, amusingly, women who may or may not bestow a kiss upon Jeremy's smiling, roguish cheek 
(they usually do).

Next come the stories. Shocking, funny anecdotes and little known facts about some of our most famous Revolution-era Americans. Such as Ben Franklin who wrote a song about pirates, another about rum punch, and then wished to die in a barrel of Madeira. It would appear that Franklin wasn't our only founding father with a penchant for this intensely sweet, port-like wine either,  since General Washington himself was in the habit of throwing back an entire bottle every night. (Perhaps herein lies a clue as to the dearth of indigenous dental work in that man's mouth?)

The skilled Katie Bell plays along with with her dad

Combined throughout with expertly played violins, fiddles, a cello and even a concertina, the entire experience is enthusiastically dispatched by the reincarnated Mr. Gosling as he sings, expounds, regales and basically delivers the best history lesson you never meant to have. Also, we have it on good faith that the compulsive urge to don a tricorn hat does fade after a few hours.


In case you're wondering, we did gladly partake of the Dark n' Stormy's (fantastic). And the Madeira (lovely but cannot possibly conceive drinking a whole bottle).  




Though, alas, neither of us worked up enough courage to actually sniff the snuff....

Maybe next time.


GT


PS - If an evening of musical irreverence just doesn't do it for you, then you might consider spending time with Tripp and Toddy (another of Jeremy's delightful creations) and instead, enjoy the sight of them trying to kill each other.  If that doesn't get your Revolutionary Spirit roaring, we don't know what will!

Who wouldn't dig the spectacle of two grown men trying to take each other out with swords?

Keep on the lookout for a Tavern Tour (of Concord and Lexington) coming soon from Gatepost, with a dinner show to follow from Revolutionary Spirits. An exclusive event offered just four times a year! Details to come...

Too bad our costumes aren't as cool as theirs!