Friday, July 31, 2009

All Through the Night



Holl amrantau'r sêr ddywedant
Ar hyd y nos
"Dyma'r ffordd i fro gogoniant;"
Ar hyd y nos

Golau arall yw tywyllwch,
I arddangos gwir brydferthwch,
Teulu'r nefoedd mewn tawelwch,
Ar hyd y nos.
O mor siriol gwêna seren
Ar hyd y nos
I oleuo'i chwaer ddaearen;
Ar hyd y nos
"Nos yw henaint pan ddaw cystudd,
Ond i harddu dyn a'i hwyrddydd,
Rho'wn ein golau gwan i'n gilydd,
Ar hyd y nos."

Stars gaze down and tell their story,
All through the night,
"Here's the way to a land of glory,"
All through the night;
Other light seems merely darkness
When true beauty shines upon us,
Heaven's family tranquil o'er us,
All through the night.
See how smiles a star serenely
All through the night,
Beaming at the moon so keenly,
All through the night;
"Night is old age, with grief coming
But, adorning Man and evening
Pale light from us will be streaming
All through the night."

Or More Familiarly

1. Sleep my love, and peace attend thee
All through the night;
Guardian angels God will lend thee,
All through the night,
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber steeping,
I my loving vigil keeping,
All through the night.
2. Angels watching ever round thee,
All through the night,
In thy slumbers close surround thee,
All through the night,
They should of all fears disarm thee,
No forebodings should alarm thee,
They will let no peril harm thee,
All through the night.

Girl, India - About 1860


Thursday, July 30, 2009

The Adolphe, Wrecked at Hexham - 1906


Klamath Falls, Oregon - About 1910

White Pelican Hotel, Klamath Falls


Street Scene, Klamath Falls


Phew

Nelson Barbour: The Millennium's Forgotten Prophet

Well, that’s it, I think. Mostly … We think we completed the final revision to our history book today. I’ll proof read it tonight and do some fact checking. But … I think we’re done. Off to the printer with you, you tedious, time consuming thing! Be gone!

Dang, I hope people like this. We’ve worked out butts off on it – my rather cute little one and my writing partner’s old-guy-big-butt. (Hey,that’s his own description. Don’t scold me!) It looks as if we will have a 171 page book.

We have people waiting for this … readers and an editor …. Not a very patient group.

Seattle, 1921


First Avenue, Looking South. Seattle, 1921.

Seattle, About 1905 - From a Post Card


I love old post cards.

This one was mailed from Seattle in 1907 and shows First Avenue at Columbia Street. I write stuff ... books and such ... you knew that, right? You do to, maybe. Maybe not. You want an accurate description of something, say as it looked in 1907, what do you do? Why, dear heart, you find a photo.

Seattle is such an interesting place. I thought I wanted to live there once, and I have family over there in the wild and wet. Live there I did not, visit there I do. Bits of Seattle are living history. Want more? Of course you do .... even if you do not know it. Try this place:

The Same but Not the Same -- Seattle 1921 and Today

Frye Hotel, 1921

Today. Low Income Housing.


Wednesday, July 29, 2009

A bit of the lost Columbia River


Roll on Columbia Roll on ...



Not politically correct, but good music.
Some of the pictures were taken near where I live. Can you guess which?

Sha'el's Birth Place - Early Day Westwood, Lassen County, California

Some of the Earliest Photos of Westwood
Construction of Westwood Opera House - 1914 0r 1915




Operation in the Winter of 1915/16
Pixie Warrior by that really cute, short, talented, beautiful, lovely writer Rachael de Vienne.
Can you hear me giggling now?

Westwood, Lassen County, California

The Red River Lumber Co. Crane at Westwood.

The Mill Pond. The photo doesn't give you any idea of how massive this "pond" was. It was a huge lake that didn't completely dry out until the 1980's.

Deer in Cold Storage. Hunting was a way of life. During the Great Depression it was practically essential.


J. H. Eastman photos. Eastman was a talented photographer and employed others equally talented. Not all the work by others is attributed to them. Among those employed by Eastman was John Herbert "Bertie" Williams of Westwood. J. H. Williams was an itinerate photographer whose home base was Redding, California. He settled in Westwood about 1917. He is the father of the Lona Snook mentioned briefly in Pixie Warrior. The Lona and Glen Snook who are minor characters were real people, though I play with the date of Lona's first pregnancy.
These photos are from the 1930's, about ten to fifteen years after the events in Pixie Warrior. But they still give the "flavor" of Westwood as it's depicted in my book.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

PDN returns

Okay ... I'm reposting the photo ... You can all argue it out in comments.
I think the sculpture is lovely, even if it is intimate and naughty. I expect lots of comments on this ...

Monday, July 27, 2009

PDN ...

PDN? Pretty Darn Naughty ... Satyr and Pixie in Art ...



French Bronze

(My Favorite of These Three)



Reproduction from Museum


This Photo Removed Because ... Some People Were ... Are unable to cope with it ...


Just Naughty - Don't Look!

Reproduction from Vienna Type Naughty Bronze


Sex on a Coin


SILVER DRACHM THASOS THRACE 525-463BC SATYR & NYMPH

Saturday, July 25, 2009

About 1910-1920: Your Great Great Gramma?




Westwood, Lassen County, California

Veneer Plant, Red River Lumber Co. Mill at Westwood

Snow Roller, Winter, Westwood

About half the action in Pixie Warrior (Rachael de Vienne [dat's me], Drollerie Press) takes place in Westwood in the Winter.


Friday, July 24, 2009

Arrived, Read, Challenge ... You up to it?

The old Second Adventist newspaper that we found on e-bay arrived today. It’s not in bad shape for something printed in 1874. I don’t believe I learned much that was new, though it was an interesting read. The first page has a two and a third column article on the London Prophetic Conference. The rest is mostly filler.

On the second page there is a significant article – at least from the point of view of our research. S. W. Bishop, editor of The Watchman’s Cry, discusses the Substitutionary elements of Atonement doctrine and rejects them.

The third page mentions a tent meeting at Honeoye, New York, with Ira Allen as coordinator. Ira Allen is important to my research, but I don’t think this factoid is.

An article on immaterialism starts on the third page and extends to the last page. I’ll use a short quotation from it, I think.

There are other little snippets, but nothing I’ll use.

I know none of this means anything to you. But, since it’s my blog, I get to write about what interests me. Don’t I?

Consider this a challenge … Can you do what I haven’t been able to do? S. W. Bishop was an Advent Christian who separated from them to join the Life and Advent Union about 1863 or so. He was editor of The Watchman’s Cry and helped start a small, short-lived sect called Free Brethren in Christ. He lived in Eatontown, New Jersey. What do his initials stand for?

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Hawaii - 1914


The foolishness of worshipers ...

Wheedling help from those who do not wish to give it is an art. Unfortunately, it is not one I practice well. My writing partner does though. We’re seeking help from the archive of a closed, very high-expectation religious movement. They are reluctant to share any information, even with those who share their beliefs.

Bruce has higher expectations than I do, but he is a nice guy and always expects the best from people. He never seems upset when we get a nasty reply. I am always surprised that events of a century and a half back still stir strong feelings. These things happened. They’re part of history. And, by God, they’re in the distant past. Get over it!

Only an organization uncertain of its relationship to the God it claims to worship would withhold bits of its past. There have been several organizations that have cooperated reluctantly or not at all. One of the smaller Advent related bodies never answered our letters. A Church of Christ in West Virginia sent back our letter unopened and marked “refused.” One of the Advent Christian archives refused to make copies claiming the material is fragile. Perhaps it was, but the one part of it I saw did not look any more fragile than things the Library of Congress sent out as originals. So, now we’re down to some stakeholders, successor groups to the Second Adventist body we’re researching. The strong reactions are astounding to me, though they seem not to faze my partner at all.

On one of the Internet discussion boards a worshiper of one of these men (Sound harsh? Read his post. He worships a man, not God.) wrote hateful things based on a controversy that extends back to 1878. So this is anywhere near sane?

We have been opposed, warned, pleaded with and simply asked to not publish this research. Come on folks! This is dim distant history. If your faith depends on what men did back in the 1870’s, 80’s and 90’s, it is very weak.

People do dumb things. Dumbness is a historian’s stock-in-trade. There wouldn’t be anything to research and analyze if humans were consistently wise and understanding. But the stupid acts of people we may admire do not make them anything less than they were. If you’re a person of faith and this research upsets you, you must re-examine what you’re worshiping.

Men make gods of wood and stone,
But the True God they’ve not known,

says a verse from a hymn. Perhaps you know it? Men make gods of other humans too. It’s a mistake. Don’t do it.

It's in the details

So I ramble when I'm tired! Don't read this if you don't like reading the rabling thoughts of a really tired pixie:

I’m taking a break from a rewrite. I think I’m making major improvements to this chapter, but my eyes hurt and my little head hurts from thinking about the details of Calista Downing’s life. She was an interesting woman, but this post really isn’t about her or how to do major. It’s about how small details make a story.

The initial discussion of Miss Downing at least in recent times was in an annual that presents a series of regional histories of a certain religious movement. It mentioned her briefly, providing no more details than could be gleaned from a will known article in an old religious magazine. This is bad history.

It’s not bad history to limit mention of someone insignificant, but being incurious produces bad history. The authors of the Yearbook were too lazy to do more research. This left them with no real understanding of their own history.

My writing partner and I have put significant effort into finding the details of her life. We do that even for those who seem to be minor players, bit players in the events of history. One must, you know. If one fails to do their research important facts slip by, and the story one tells becomes inaccurate by omission. Often the real story is in the details.

So, now, here we are at the point of my little essay. A series published by the Oklahoma Historical Society contains an article by someone who remembered Miss Downing. He called her a “lively little woman from the east.” I love that. Here is an insight into Calista Burke Downing that I don’t get from a list of her activities in Oklahoma and in China. It comes from one who knew her. It’s a sentence fragment, a snippet, a throw away phrase. It is also the pith and bark of the human shade tree that was C. B. Downing, missionary to the Choctaw and to China.

I also found a single paragraph in Woman’s Work for Woman, a 19th century religious magazine, which tells of her adopting Chinese children entrusted to her by their mother who was dieing. In a single sentence we find an insight into her personality. Details matter. Good history is built on details.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Friday, July 17, 2009

So ... do you know who this is?


Vain, a bit nuts, stupid, and, despite what many thought, he wasn't the antichrist.

Pixies Lived Here Long Before this Bridge was Built


Dartmoor Ponies


Pixies and Horses Get Along Famously
Old Post Card: Dartmoor Ponies

The Haunt of Pixies


Pixies!

Notwithstanding their love of mischief, pixies know how to reward the deserving, and, while the slattern is treated to pinches as a protest against that dirt and idleness to which the little folk are extremely averse, the tidy servant is encouraged by finding her work half done and at times coins even have been deposited by invisible hands in her shoes. But all this is done under cover of darkness and voluntary labour ceases the moment they discern a watch set upon their movements for pixies dislike curiosity and are very jealous under any circumstances of their privacy being invaded. --John Lloyd Warden Page: An Exploration of Dartmoor and its Antiquities, London, 1895, page 38.

There is a tale in one of Ann Eliza Bray's books about an ointment that allowed "common folk" to see otherwise invisible pixies. I think I'll adapt this for one of the new stories. It's an interesting concept. What if the ointment allowed one to both see that realm and to understand Pixie speech?

Humm that idea needs some work. I'll think about it.

Then there is this:

Pixies … must not be confounded with vulgar fairies. The pixies delight in solitary places, love pleasant hills, disport themselves on the banks of mountain streams, haunt pathless woods. All over Devon they are to be seen under favourable circumstances, but Dartmoor is their chosen home. … Dancing is the chief delight of the pixies. … They love music too though not such as mortals sing. --Benjamin Aquila Barber: Dartmoor, The London quarterly review, 1865, page 361.

Ready for bed ...


Victoria, Alexander, Michael

Wonder ...


... in the eyes of a child, and trust.
Sophia, 1902.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Sore Butt

I spent the day in front of my computer, sitting in this chair until my poor little butt is petrified. But, I did good work. I write about 19th Century Millennialism. One of those I’m researching is a Methodist, turned Barbourite, turned Universalist named Arthur Prince Adams.

Starting in March 1885 he published a magazine called The Spirit of the Word. Most issues of his magazine seem to be lost. The first year was reprinted as a book sometime in the 1930’s. I have a copy of that book, but I haven’t located any other issues. Today I found two articles by him reprinted in Words of Reconciliation in 1886.

While looking through the bound volume of Words, I found a brief article about Nelson Barbour, another person I research. Double good, eh? Then I found a notice of C. T. Russell’s book, Plan of the Ages.

So, I went looking further and found a review of Plan of the Ages in the 1888 volume of Words of Reconciliation. Excellent.

The result was worth the sore butt.

Donkey ... not of the human sort.


A second trip to the thrift store resulted in this purchase. This is a glass candy container. I have no date for this one, though it is probably from the late 1930's. I have just the place for it!

Goodwill, Egg McMuffin and W. H. D. Koerner


Shirley talked me into a quick trip to the Goodwill store and an Egg McMuffin. I wasn’t hard to convince, and I’m glad I went.

If you read this blog on a regular basis, you know I like pretty things. The trouble with liking pretty things is I usually can’t afford them new. Shirley likes chickens. Don’t ask me why. She just does. We both came away satisfied.

I found two three inch sterling silver candle sticks. They’re probably from the 1930’s by style, though the same style was made into the 1950’s. They were seventy-five cents each. This was nice, and I don’t mind polishing silver.

Books! Yes, I found some today. I’m a bit unhappy because the local Goodwill Store has gone into competition with the used booksellers. They now pull out the books they think will sell on line –books they get for free. This seems unfair to me. If people had any sense, they’d try to sell their books before donating them to the Goodwill. What ever! I still look and today I found some worth buying.

So, what did I find?

1. Oxford History of the Classical World. I couldn’t buy this when it was new. It was way too expensive. Got it now.

2. The Parables: Jewish Tradition and Christian Interpretation. Just because I’m interested.

3. Orson Scott Card’s Alvin Journeyman. A nice like-new copy.

4. Grace S. Richmond’s Mrs. Red Pepper. This is the A. L. Burt reprint, but it has all the original illustrations by W. H. D. Koerner. Very nice. He is primarily known as a Western Artist, but he painted in several styles, and not all of his work depicts cowboys.





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Most of those who read this blog (all four of you ... okay so maybe there's five or six) know that I write history. I focus on Millennialist movements of the 19th Century. The book going to press this year is about Nelson Barbour, a Millierite who predicted Christ's return for 1873 and then for many subsequent dates.

Finding documentation is very difficult. Many of the documents connected with the Barbourite faction of "Second Adventism" were ephemeral and simply do not exist. Sometimes I run across amazing things. I did yesterday ....

Me: [on phone to writing partner] Bruce! Bruce! did you see it?

B: See what? You've had too much coffee again, haven't you?

Me: Coffee? Me? Too much? No, I've only had one pot. ... On ebay. It's on ebay ....

B: Take a minute and breathe. What's on ebay?

Me: The Watchman's Cry. Just one issue but ...

B: Hold on ... I'm looking. [long pause] Why, so it is.

Me: What are we ....

B: I'm buying it now.

Me: But I wanted ....

B: Of course you did. I'll let you keep it. But I'm buying it as we speak.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Can you identify the artist?


Woopie!

Okay, so this means nothing to you ... but it means something ... a lot to me. I located a very rare 1874 religious paper today. And not just to have copied. I found one for sale ... cheap. Details after I purchase it!

Undated Mystery Photo


Patriotic Children


The flag has 35 stars.

Luxemburg: The Princesses