"One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture
and, if possible, speak a few reasonable words." ~Goethe

~ also, if possible, to dwell in "a house where all's accustomed, ceremonious." ~Yeats

Thursday, July 28, 2022

Great - Grandmother's Day Book

DAYS WHERE WE LIVE
ACCUSTOMED, CEREMONIOUS
"Sarah E. Lindsey
Niotaze, Kansas"

Days

What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?

Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.


Philip Larkin (1922 - 1985)

I recently discovered two miniature books (both about 3" x 4") amongst the papers of my Great - grandmother Sarah Elisabeth Hartman Lindsey: the 1920 date book above and the New England Primer below. The date book is blank up until the end of September.

"Gail called up from Kansas City
& wanted to know when I
was going up."

"First Frost
Country ~ Niotaze"

The next few entries, between 11 - 25 October, record Sarah's trip from Caney, Kansas, to Summersville, Missouri. A number of family members lived in Caney during the early 20th Century, but not until discovering this booklet did I know that Sarah's eldest son, Jim Lindsey (the brother of my Grandfather Paul, who was Sarah's youngest son) had ever lived in Summersville, 275 miles away.

Sarah keeps track of the weather (very rainy!) and the letters she has written to most of her other children: Paul (my grandpa!), Bea and Gail (who had already written to her); Wayne and Virginia (no letter for Mabel this time).

Nothing else for the rest of the year. However, on the the very back page, using the 1921 preview calendar, Sarah mentions returning to Peru (another small Kansas town, near Caney) from another trip to Summersville.

I wonder how Sarah made these long trips from Kansas to Missouri. Was it by train? Or by car? Years before, this woman had made her way out to Nebraska and back again, giving birth to my grandfather in a covered wagon; so she was no stranger to traveling around the wilderness!

When I need some perspective on my recent move from Indiana to Virginia, I think of Sarah's journey, in the 1880s, from Ohio to Indiana to Illinois to Nebraska, starting over each time, teaching school in each location. She lived on a homestead in a two - room house, enduring hardship, drought, near - starvation, the birth of nine children, the loss of a four - year - old daughter (before my grand-dad was born) to a horse fall accident, and their eventual relocation from Nebraska to Kansas. Sarah gave birth to my grandfather on this return trip in 1895, attended by her own father, who was a medical doctor of some kind and traveled with them.

Why did she do it all? For love, for adventure, for a better life -- and for me, her great - grand-daughter to have the opportunity, a century later, to move all around the country at will and without complaint! So I shall try to embrace that blessing and live up to her legacy, and -- of course! -- teach the whole story to my own granchildren -- Sarah's great - great - greats!

"Reached Peru, Kansas
From Summersville, Missouri
February 15, 1921"

In addition to Sarah's personal notations, the pre-printed note that concludes the date book is also of interest, particularly the phrase: "existing conditions this year.” Sounds like an early version of the supply chain issues with which we have all grown so familiar in the past couple of years! Could it be that Sarah got this booklet -- courtesy of Ritter Dental Mfg. Co. -- free from her dentist? Or was someone in the family practicing dentistry without a license? Perhaps not likely — but not impossible!

Best of all, on a page for telephone numbers, just before the maps section, Sarah has jotted down a recipe for oatmeal cookies:

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Near the back of the miniature New England Primer, Sarah has pinned in the obituary of her sister-in-law Anna (1852 — 1888). Anna was a younger sister of Sarah's husband (my great - grandfather) James Sankey Lindsey (1846 - 1921). How sad it is to read of her life cut so short by an illness that today may well have been successfully treated with antibiotics. Did Anna use this quaint little booklet for teaching her young students?

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Thursday, July 14, 2022

Hail Marie!

THE GUILLOTINE
ACCUSTOMED, CEREMONIOUS, GRUESOME
Guillotine Pendant Necklace

1.
"The theme of death and reversibility reappears in the ambivalent status of toys like the little guillotines that were sold in France during the time of the Revolution. In 1793 Goethe wrote to his mother in Frankfurt requesting that she buy a toy guillotine for his son, August. This was a request she refused, saying that the toy's maker should be put in stocks."


~ Susan Stewart
~ from On Longing: Narratives of the Miniature,
the Gigantic, the Souvenir, the Collection


2.
Marie Antoinette

Only fourteen, sent from Austria
Destined to be queen
When I married Louis, the Dauphin of France
Wonder if I’d stand a chance
Blonde and pretty, but no intimacy
Inability to do my duty – to produce an heir
Ridicule, I’ve had my share
And you know the rumors fly
“Madame Deficit!” “She’s such a cruel spendthrift!”
They don’t know me
I am just Marie

“Look at the Dauphine, she’s such a silly teen”
“She’s gambling all the Treasury!”
Is pleasure such a crime?
The finer things in life were always mine
Decadent, it’s true, but in my heart I’m blue
It fills me, this empty Marie

Shunned the nobility, all that ceremony
Built my rustic retreat at Petit Trianon
Just my friends and me
Losing popularity
Where did we go so wrong?
Louis wasn’t strong
Helping the colonies
And then our country suffered tragedy
Starvation and poverty
And I lost my baby, why?
In ’89 they stormed into Versailles and made me face them
On the balcony
End of monarchy, taken to Tuileries
To the border we would try to flee
Caught in the Varennes Flight
Discovered that my hair was shocked to white
Conciergerie, Prisoner 280
I’m only Citizen Marie

Louis tried, condemned
I knew this was the end
The Terror
Everyone against me
My son testified
They forced him to say lies
Found guilty for depravity
To mothers I do plea
much can you take away from me?
So to the guillotine I’ll ride with dignity
I’m your Queen
I am still Marie


~ by Lady Gaga

3.
And lastly, a few words to the wise from poet Jim Barnes:

"Bastille Day in France is a big joke, but they don't tell many that it is: the prisoners behind bars on that day were countable in single digits. The salute by the slipstreams (blue, white, red) of the low and roaring jets make it fun, though. Wish I could be there to pretend something really important happened that day.

"Be sure to say your Hail Maries, just in case!
"

Marie Antoinette [1755-1793] in a Muslin Dress, 1783
by Élisabeth Louise Vigée Le Brun (1755 - 1842)


Click to read more Bastille Day poems

Additional Bastille & Independence Day Posts
from previous years:

Bastille Day: Is There A World You Long To See?
Two Poems for Bastille Day
Eagles is Freedom
Carriker Barrel
Viva la Revolution
Hail Marie!

No More Forever
Andrea Dworkin
Liberté, égalité, fraternité!
If I Had a Hammer
Happy Bat - stille Day!

Indpendence Day 2009
Resident Alien
Red, White & Blue Pie
Who Needs Fireworks?!
May God Bless and Keep the Upstart Americans
Loving America the Al Franken Way
American Tune
Practice Pysanky, Practice Resurrection, Practice Revolution
I Pledge Allegiance

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Thursday, July 28th

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