Too Hot To Go Out - Time to Listen to Music! ALBERT HALL, WARETOWN

Okay, I will talk about one historic place you can go for music, but first - it has been so hot this summer, that aside from my morning dog walk and my gym workout, the odd shopping errand, I have spent my afternoons indoors, msstly reading. However, in the evening, I have been watching music documentaries on amazon prime. Frankly, to me tv commercials are like mosquitoes or flies - I can't stand them, so I watch amazon prime on my laptop - also it helps with vision and with hearing as both of these essential abilities have declined with my age.

So far I have watched more concerts and documentaries than I can list, but just to mention a few: I watched 3 documentaries on Joni Mitchell. The only title I remember is Woman of Heart and Mind. It was excellent! Then I watched two more. I have watched Echoes of the Canyon, about the offspring of the original Laurel Canyon musicians such as Crosby Stills Nash and Young and others. Also I watched a new documentary about PINK, who I had never listened to before, and one on the History of POP featuring BoyZ 2 Men, whom I had never heard before either. To get to the point - after one such documentary on the Bee Gees, I decided to watch Saturday Night Fever which I hadn't seen for decades and which features the music of the Bee Gees. What an absoutely PERFECT blending of film and music! The most recent documentary I watched was It Begins with a Song - about the song writers of Nashville, and I am going to couple that documentary with the film Nashville, by Altman, also many decades old.

Now there are Many Many Many concerts at the many many wineries of South Jersey and I get notifcations in my e-mail via something called Visit South Jersey, so if you are an intrepid driver, or don't mind the heat, check it out. But there is one place I LOVED but I can't drive there anymore because of my aged car and my aged vision - ALBERT HALL in Waretown. I don't know what the opening status is since the pandemic so you will have to check it out online, but I can tell you Albert Hall was a heck of a lot of fun. You could buy a slice of homemade cake and a cup of coffee to enjoy while there and to refresh yourself after the long drive in the dark woods! If you have never been there, look it up and head on over one Saturday evening soon!

Also, a coupe of years ago, I attended a lecture at PPA - Pinelands Preservation Alliance, Bishop's Farm, by an author of a book on *Folk Music History in New Jersey. I will try to find the author's name. We have a history and you can see a lot of it on the walls at Albert Hall. Meanwhile I should mention there is a wonderflu littl music store in Collingswood, one shop down from a bakery on the corner of Haddon Ave. and you can buy instruments, vinyl records, or take lessons there. I took ukulele lessons there for a few months before the pandemic. I still pluc and strum from time to time, mostly working on DEOPRTEES, originally sung by Woody Guthrie, although I heard of it through Pete Seeger. Woody Guthrie lived in New Jersey through the last years of his life and that's where Bob Dylan visited him. There is alwaays something fun to do and to go to in New Jersey!

Happy Trails! Jo Ann If you want to contack me, use my e-mail wrightj45@yahoo.com

*Folk Music Revival in New Jersey, Michael Gabriele

Saddler's Woods, Haddon Twp., NJ

In the Spotlight!

Did you ever want to be famous? Well that's how team SWCA feels these days after two media outlets featured Saddler's Woods!

The TV news channel, PHL17 offered viewers an introduction to Saddler's Woods that aired in June on the "Weekend Philler" segment.

You can view it here. On the more academic side, Saddler's Woods was mentioned in the International Society for Science magazine, Science News in the July 3rd edition. This edition was dedicated to accounts of tree preservation across the globe. From Madagascar to Saddler's Woods, the magazine profiled methods of preserving and restoring woodlands for the vital ecosystem services trees provide.

The article, written by Susan Milius, mentioned Saddler's Woods and included a photo of students from Haddonfield Friends School exploring the stream, as well as a photo of key steward, Doug Hefty's 80 page report that thwarted development in the 1970s.

Joshua Saddler, for whom the woods are named, was featured in both pieces and we are thrilled to expand the awareness of the woods' cultural significance.

If you love trees as I do, and if, like me, you are aware of the important place they play in our survival, you will be interested in Saddler's Woods and this centuries old effort to save and conserve a small patch of woodland that has miraculously survived the suburban sprawl that surrounds it. The iformation above came from an e-mail I received today because I subscribe to the Saddler's Woods conservation group e-newsletter. I took a course with this group once that included a tour of the woods and I have been devoted to their efforts ever since and fascinated by Saddler's Woods. I hope you can go there for a short hike and read up on this wonderful resource. It is located just off Cuthbert Boulevard in Collingswood. There is a traffic light between the two shopping centers, just across from Newton Creek Park. You turn right and on the right hand side you will come across a small patch of woods. Look for the marker identifying the woods and there is a trail you can follow, only 20 to 30 minutes long, but a cool, shady, forest sanctuary, worth the visit. Enly!

Happy Trails - Jo Ann wrightj45@yahoo.com

Upcoming Weekend July 10th - Things To Do

1.Annual Salem County Fair and is on again for this year! This coming Saturday, July 10th the Greater Elmer Area Historical Society will have its monthly open house at their headquarters, the former St. Ann's Catholic Church 117 Broad Street, Elmer, NJ.

2.Butterfly Festival at the James and Ann Whitall House, Red Bank Battlefield, National Park, NJ

Happy Trails! Jo Ann

Cooper River

This autumn a group comprised of a videographer and several kinds of scientists and environmentalists will kayak, and bushwhack all 17 miles of the Cooper River from it's confluence with the Delaware River to its source. They will test water quality and assess clean-up requirements from downed trees and debris. The Cooper River used to be 60 percent polluted by sewage and even more if you count storm-run off but thanks to the Clean Water Act of the 1970's, progress has been made and the river mostly cleaned up. As you probably know, it is a great venue for Rowing regattas and competitions. I used to live along the Cooper in the little brick row homes and I loved walking the 4 mile track around the river. This is good news! To find out more, google "Explorers plan to search South Jersey’s neglected Cooper River."

Jo Ann - my e-mail is wrightj45@yahoo.com

Happy Trails

Midnight Review of the movies for 4th of July

It's midnight and I have watched the last film of my 4th of July film festival for this year! Al Pacino in Revolution was the WORST! The sound quality was horrible, the whole plot was grim and grimmer, and Nastassia Kinski was a dreadful casting choice. The scenery was authentic looking and that's all I found worthy in this awful film.

April Morning was EXCELLENT! You had such a feel for the authenticity of the way the townspeople were forced to alter their way of life to respond to the British crackdown, their reluctance to fight, their struggle to find a way to fight and survive. In a way, it was a metaphor for the entire war situation, farmers and artisans and shop keepers forced to become soldiers, guerilla fighters. The acting was good and the scenery authentic.

The Scarlet Coat was also terrific - I had read a good deal about Benedict Arnold, Peggy Shippen, and Major Andre', and I found the whole spy aspect interesting. I had read about that before as well nnd found the film true to the reading and research I had done. It was well done in every way - great diction, filming, casting, and acting and very authentic.

Drums Along the Mohawk was a favorite though it did have that early family style Disney quality, still it was moving and a different view, the frontier view with each side vying to win Native American Allies to their side to fight for them, though both sides were really enemies of the Native Americans in the end.

I wanted to end the night with The Crossing with Jeff Daniels but I couldn't rent it from amazon. As Imentioned in my first post, I really like TURN, though I could only enjoy it when I watched it on my laptop because, again, it was so dark and murky in the filming and the diction wasn't very clear. The older movies were much much better at that. Actually I think the best thing is to watch them ALL!

Fourth of July for the 245th year is now over, so Goodnight friends and fellow Amerians! Jo Ann

wrightj45@yahoo.com

I did find The Crossing for FREE, streamng, and it was very good. It made me think a good way to watch the movies is geographica, starting with April Morning (Lexington and Concord), Drums Along the Mohawk (upstate NY)then The Scarlet Coat (Benedict Arnold and West Point, NJ), the Revolution (the City of New York), Then the Crossing (North Jersey) and finally, the Patriot. I have to say, I spent a lot of time with tears running down my cheeks - so much suffering! I did find Mary Silliman's War, also streaming and free, and it was slow moving but very interesting on the theme of kidnapping for prisoner exchange. Themes are another good way to watch - the spy theme, the theme of victory snatched from the jaws of defeat, and so on. Happy Viewing movie and American Revolution Fans!

REVOLUTIONARY WAR FILM FESTIVAL 7/4/21

First off here is the list:

Drums Along the Mohawk - Henry Fonda and Claudette Colbert

1776

Revolution

Johnny Tremain

Scarlet Coat

April Morning

All For Liberty

Beyond the Mask

Filicity

Today, to celebrate the 4th of July, I deided to wear my red white and blue T-shirt, and watch a film festival beginning with Drums Along the Mohawk, which I haven't seen in many years and really didn't remember. In fact, I was under the impression it starred Randolph Scott, but I think that was because in my foggy memory, it got mixed up with the early version of The Last of the Mohicans, but I cc ould be wrong about that as well.

Drums Along the Mohawk was interesting to me in so many many ways, watching it from this year 2021! First, I realized how it set me taste for early American furnishings, for my love of log cabins, and for my eventual interest in the Revolution War in later life when I became a docent for the James and Ann Whitall House at Red Bank Battlefield. Watching it now, I couldn't avoid the critical eye born of my understanding of European expansion and the annihilation of the Indigenous people along with the expropriation of their land and means of survival. Also, when Henry Fonda slapped Claudette Colbert in the face because she couldn't control her hysteria at the sight of a friendly Mohawk man, his claim "I didn't want to do it, Lana, I had to," carried all kinds of implications as did the presentation to Henry by that same Mohawk man of a wife whipping stick to help turn her into a "fine woman." All that aside, and there is a lot of it - not even going into the nearly silent Daisy, the Afrian American servant of the well-to-do widow and all her presence indicates in regard to the enslavement of Africans, still there was a lot to understand in a new way having a broader understanding of history as an adult. As a child, naturally, I bought into the heroic settler narrative without any of the associated questions and qualms I have today. However, there is a lot to be learned from these old movies and they do bring up a host of interesting points of view including the futile attempts on the part of the Indigenous tribes to figure out which side to ally with and have the best outcome - as we know now, there was NO BEST outcome for them, only decimation through disease and genocidal politics.

It was clear to me evn now, however that the settlers, the colonists, couldn't comprehend the wider scope of the process of which they were a component part. All they knew was that they were here and they had to survive. I have been watching a lot of movies and documentaries about the migration of European tribes the Barbarian Migration, the Celtic Migration, the Roman Expansion, the British Empire. And the crime that was our founding in America was just a chapter in that worldwide and millennial history of tribes expanding into other people's lands and settling there through force and integration as well as importation as slaves.

It was interesting to see the German militia officer trying his best to shape up the wild frontier men who were jokers and drunks and had no concept of discipline as a German military immigrant would have understood it. And it was also a familiar narrative to see the wild frontier man marrying the unsuspecting city girl and transporting her to a cabin far from everyone and everything where she then had to learn to survive, and give birth to children, and help them survive. Personally, I think I would have gone back home, but, I am old and not young or in love and those women, whether going North or West, really couldn't get back home anyway. They were stuck.

I think my next choice will be Revolution. Although it is a contest with 1776. I don't want to watch Patriot, so that goes to the bottom of the list and the bottom six films on my list I have never seen and never heard of, so probably won't be watching them. I have just recently watching all the episodes of TURN which I thought was excellent, once I could watch it on my laptop and not on tv where it was too dark and I couldn't understand what they were saying. As I get older and my sight and hearing begin to dimish, very dark shows and shows with too much ambient sound, or actors who don't speak distinctly and clearly are difficult for me. No problem there with Drums Along the Mohawk! Clear lighting and clear diction!

Happy 4th of July, if you want to talk to me about the movies, e-mail me because comments on blogspot is a MESS! wrightj45@7ahoo.com

Happy Trails, Jo Ann

On The Trail

This morning, I was writing a note to a friend who had recently suffered one of the predictable tragedies of a long life. In her case, her husband of 55 years had passed away. It made me think of the ways in which I have coped with such losses in my life. The main two rescue boats have been books and driving, going for rides. Both of these escape routes originated in my earliest years. From the time I became a fluent reader, around age six or so, I have escaped from a bad mood, an emotional discomfort, or any kind of contemporary pain, by reading - a great distraction. In later years, I returned to the comfort of taking a RIDE in the car. We all know that you can soothe a fussy baby or toddler with a ride in the car, same for a restless soul or a soul in pain.

While writing about my driving cure, I realized that my driving of the later years seemed to follow a trail, a theme of some kind. Not in any chronoological order, they seemed to follow a search such as my search for old train stations. Often these searches resulted from having already found one that sparked my interested but just as often, I followed the trail for some other reason and found a place of interest as a result, for example, following the old train station trail, I came across Eiland Arts in Merchantville. When I was a teen, I often walked the railroad tracks from Maple Shade into Merchantville where there was an old train depot. The Merchantville Train Depot has been rescued and turned into an ARTS CENTER! and a Coffee Shop! You can drop in there and have a coffee and a scone and see an Art Show! You can sign up for a class or order some baked goods too. Also, beside the train depot the old track line has been turned ito Rails to Trails, another of my search themes. A friend joined me on the RAILS TO TRAILS search and we went as far as the seashore, I think it was the Linwood Rails to Trails. In many places where rail lines have gone out of use, the rails have been repurposed for hiking and biking - a great idea.

So here is a list of some of the trails I have followed, in case you are looking for something to do: The OLD OYSTER TOWNS: Bayshore Discovery Project, Shell Pile, Port Norris. Your Main Stop on this trail is The Bayshore Discovery Project Center which houses a museum and an oyster bar and the oyster schooner, A. J. Meerwald is docked there for a boat ride on an old oyster schooner. Be sure to call and reserve in advance for the boat ride as they have a specific schedule. In fact for any place I mention it is wise to check out the on-line presence first for hours and so on. But don't let that stop you - after all, it is a RIDE and even if your destination turns out to be closed, who knows what you might find on the way there or on the way home!

Speaking of oyster schooners, South Jersey especially along he Maurice River has many old towns that grew up around the ship building trade. At Mauricetown, you can walk around and tour the old captains' houses! SHIP BUILDING TOWNS, a good theme.

OLD INDUSTRIAL VILLAGES: BATSTO Village and Visitor's Center - Along with touring the mansion and the village, at the visitori's center, you can buy Barbara Solem's book GHOSTTOWNS AND OTHER QUIRKY PLACES IN THE NEW JERSEY PINE BARRENTS and you could spend years folowing the trail of old industrial villages and disappeared towns, as well as towns that were laid out and never built in that book! ALLAIRE Village is another historic and preserved industrial age village to visit.

ONE ROOM SCHOOLS - I actually took a tour once of the one-room schools of Burlington County. Having been a school teacher before I retired you can see why this theme was of interest. There is one in Maple Shade and one in Vincentown, but I have run across them in many places. You might find a list in the Burlington County Historical Society website - the BCHS organized the tour many years ago that I enjoyed.

STATE PARKS - there was a marvelous little booklet that the State Parks put out and one year a friend and I went to most of them that could be reached in an easy one day drive. It was called a PASSPORT to the STATE PARKS. At each state park ranger station you got a stamp to put in your booklet.

REVOLUTIONARY WAR BATTLE SITES - New Jersey missed the ball on this one, New Jersey has hundreds of sites of Revolutionary War interest which no one seems to know about except the few stalwart history dovotee's who do lectures, mpas, and research on them, a few of which I have attended. Needless to say up in the Trenton area are several but down south we have Hancock's Bridge, the site of a massacre and a good place to start, and right nearby is Quinton's Bridge, the site of another skirmish but the gem, of course, is Red Bank Battlefield in National Park. You can visit the James and Ann Whitall House while there, and that may spark your interest in following Quaker Meeting Houses!

There is a long trail of QUAKER MEETING HOUSES in Suth Jersey and you can Start in Burlington and work your way down via the Old Salem Road (don't get me started on the controversy over whether Kings Highway is the Old Salem Road or not) anyhow you can find them through Woodbury, Woodstown, Salem and all the way to GREENWICH (Where there are TWO).

GREENWICH (pronounced Green Witch) is worth the drive for its many interesting palces to visit. There is the tea burner monument, a long YE GREATE STREET of marked historic buildings, a couple of nearby harbors witha restaurant in one. And there is a museum open a few times a year and an early autumn FAIRE!

SALEM is another town on the way to Greenwich that has many siites of interest. There is the MEETING HOUSE, but sadly the ANCIENT SALEM OAK once a great destination point for me and other tree lovers, has died. How many historic events that tree witnessed in its hundreds of years in the cemetery grounds. Also in Salem there was the Salem Oak Diner, and old diners are another good trail to follow with a fun lunch component. There is an ecellent book available on New Jersey Diners. I heard the author speak at the Burlington County Historical Society - another great visit!

Speaking of the Burlington County Historical Society, there is a well-known Underground Railroad site thre, Wheatley Pharmacy which I think has a small museum attached, or at least it used to. The UNDERGROUND RAILROAD IS AN EXCELLENT THEME TO FOLLOW. You can start down in Greenwhich which also holds a great Revolutionary War site - the Tea Burning Monument. Having been a great place for smugglers to try to sneak tea into South Jersey destined for Phladelphia via the Cohansey River. My first introduction to the Underground Railroad in Greenwich came when I spotted a small roadside cemetery called OTHELLO outside the village. Othello was an African American village where an early school was established for African American children. The old town is next to Greenwich, and at Othello I found a CIVIL WAR cemetery of African America Civil War Veterans.

SADDLER'S WOODS is one of my local favorite sites with a connection to the days of Slavery in New Jersey. An escaped enslaved man found sanctuary, freedom, and employment with a Quaker farmer named Evans in what is now Haddon Township. Saddler bought a plot of farm land of his own and around him sprang up a small community called Saddlertown. When Saddler died he left a plot of original old growth forest in his will to be conserved in perpetuity and so it has been. There is a nice 30 minute hiking trail there. A conservation group once gave a tour of the flora and fauna of Saddler's Woods through the Audubon Adult Ed. program which was wonderful. The conservation group have a building nearby, I think on Buttonwood Ave, but you can look them up and get more information on their web site.

Speaking of Haddon Twp. reminds me of Elizabeth HADDON and the history of OLD FAMILIES which is a fun trail to follow. Elizabeth Haddon came to the new world to make residence on land her father had purchased and she established Haddonfield. Two other founding families in our area worth noting with places to visit are the COOPER family and the FENWICK family. Cooper bought land in Camden and established several farms which he left to his sons, and two or three ferry lines to Philadelphia. His founding home, Pomona Hall is still standing and a wonderful historic house to visit next to the Camden County Historical Society and Library. One of the old ferry buildings is in the process of being saved (rescued) and may become a Revolutionary War Museum - about time! FENWICK was the founder of Salem, and there is a large stone marker on the enrance of Salem to commemorate that event. There is a line in his will where he disinherits a granddaughter for marrying outside her race and religion which becomes an interesting trail to follow to Gouldstown, a multiracial village of African American, Dutch, Indigenous and European ancestry.

LIGHTHOUSES - this needs no explanation but there is an interesting World War II exhibition at the lighthouse in Cape May! East Point Lighthouse is one of my favorites.

A fun and developing theme for driving around and walking is CONVERTED GOLF COURSES. My favorite, and there are several, is at Coxe's Creek, near Cape May. I think there may be another where the Eagle's Nest golf course used to be. These are golf courses that closed and have been allowed to return to some semblance of a natural landsccape.

A good one for summer, or fall, for that matter, is Lakes. You may be interested to know that there are few natural lakes in New Jersey and, I think NONE IN SOUTH JERSEY, most of the ponds and lakes in South Jersey were constructed by farmers and in particular Cranberry Bog farmers, or Marl pit diggers, and QUARRY diggers.

CRANBERRY BOGS - There are many of these to seek out - start with Whitesbog a wonderful landscape to hike and enjoy and a small store/museum and the residence of Elizabeth White who cultivated the blueberry from the wild highbush berry. There is a blueberry farm nearby and a few times a year a blueberry picking and festival! >p/> Quarries are an interesting search theme, the only one I can think of at the moment is BLUE HOLE - a famous one! But Ceres Park has an interesting Marl pit-quarry pond that is an amazing jade green color at certain times of the year. When I was a teen, various neighborhood boys knew of quarries in the pines where we would go to swim - perilous! But I don't really know where those quarries were located only that it was a favorite summer adventure of my youth, the 1960's.

Another fun summer theme is boat rides - Start with Captain Dave in Millville and enjoy a peaceful chug down the Maurice River, with a nice vegan lunch at Wildflowers Vegan Restaurant and maybe a visit in the shops and galleries of the GLASSTOWN district. Also that brings us to:

RIVERWALKS - Millville has an interesting River Walk path which on the south bank is long dirt walking trail and turns into a festival area on the norther bank, city side, on various weekend evenings. For the more adventurous hiker, there are the Maurice River Bluffs to hike with several marked trails and great views. Many towns in our River Rich state of New Jersey have Riverwalks, and Cooper River is another one, in Camden Cunty. Also, Bordentown has a CANAL PATH as well!

And if you are looking for inspiration, seek out the Historical Societies! Many towns have one and often they have a variety of tours, brochures, and books. A great histoical tour I enjoyed with a friend just before the Pandemic was sponsored by the Berlin Historic Society and we toured a cemetery with re-enactors telling the stories of people buried there, as well as a visit to one of the oldest train depots still in use. They are a wealth of information and you can begin with Camden County Historical Society - by appointment only at present, check out their website and call first, but they have a rack of brochures with dozens of hsitoric sites you can visit and find trails to follow - for example, you can follow along with poet Walk Whitman from his historic home (tours available by appointment) in Camden to a resort spot he liked at Laurel Srings, to the end of the line, his tomb in Harleigh Cemetery in Camden. CEMETERIES are a wonderful tour theme.

CIVILIAN CONSERVATION CORPS IN NJ - My father worked on the CCC but in a different state, Virginia, nonetheless, because of that, I knew what the WPA and the CCC were. The Federal Works Project was designed both to put Americans back to work at restoring, recording and resurrecting our nation after the Depression and the Dust Bowl, and to train young men for the upcoming World War II. One component of the many faceted WPA was the Civilian Conservation Corps and their main job was replanting the environmentally devastated wastelands left behind by industrial exploitation. The New Jersey forests had been decimated by industries from the iron furnaces to charcoal making, bogs and other agriculture. The TREE ARMY as they were known, replanted millions of trees. To find out more, you can go to Bass River State Park and Parvin State Park and walk the trails, both places have historic markers describing some of the work done by the CCC.

BATTLESHIP NEW JERSEY - I haven't done much exploration on the theme of WWII in New Jersey but heavens knows you can guess there is plenty - from that lighthouse in Cape May that I mentioned to the USS NEW JERSEY BATTLESHIP. Tomorrow is July 4th and there will be fireworks viewed from the Battleship. I have visited the ship many times and it is well worth your visit. I understand there may be a museum opening nearby where the shipyard used to be but I don't have any information on that at hand.

GHOSTS AND HAUNTINGS - Ok, I must be honest, I do not believe in ghosts or hauntings, but if you do and it gets you out and exploring, well, New Jersey has plenty. One trip/tour that I recommend is to White Hill Mansion in Fieldsboro, New Jersey. I believe around Halloween they have a hunted house tour which I took with a friend and it was fun and fascinating. This is a fascinating house to visit and learn more about with a long long history that includes the Revolutionary War! Again, check the web site to see what hours, or just drive up and look at the house from the outside.

FORT ELFSBORG THE SWEDES - If you want to go back to founders, the Swedes and the Dutch were here very early to trade with the Indigenous people and I apologize for not having more on Native American New Jersey. The only thing I had was the Pow Wow that used to be held in the autumn at Rancocas Woods Reservation but I believe it is closed now. Also there is a book on BROTHERTON. Anyhow, there isn't much left on the Dutch and not uch left here on the early Swedes beyond the name of their fort - FORT ELFSBORG. There is an artist colony hearby with an annual open studio that used to be held. Also, if you are searching for Fort Elfsborg as I was once you may come across the Abel Nicholson House - beautiful old historic house hidden down an often flooded dirt road on the Fort Elfsborg trail. And of course, there is Trinity Church in Swedesboro and a marvelous LOG CABIN on the bluff overlooking the road. I think it is the Schoorn Cabin. And of course, the Nothnagle Log Cabin recently up for sale, which is known as the oldest Swedish/Finnish log cabin in America! I am in love with log cabins. There is another one at the entrance to Salem! Oh yes, now that I think of it, there is one in Burlington as well!

History Heroes and BOOKS - I have known and heard of some remarkable History Heroes, people who strove to save what they could of the disappearing history of their patches. At the now departed Murphy's Book Loft which used to be in Mullica Hill, I bought many copies of an old magazine on the history of South Jersey, the editor of which was SHIREY BAILEY. She also wrote several books some of which I have tracked down, about the history of, for example, the Maurice River. MEN, THE SEA AND INDUSTRY, by MARGARET LOUISE MINTS, is a classic and a rare book which I managed to find one copy of but which is now very expensive. These are just two of the hundreds of heroic history savers I can think of at the moment, but nearly every historical society has one they can mention. Different counties had different heroes, of course, I think Frank Stewart was one for Gloucester County. A book you really must have is the WPA State Guide for New Jersey. The WPA published one for every state in the U.S. in 1937 and this is a gem. You could use it to find places to explore for the rest of your life! Also, don't forget Barbara Solem's book GHOSTTOWNS AND OTHER QUIRKY PLACES OF THE NEW JERSEY PINE BARRENS. I think the Arcadia books are helpful too.

Gotta Walk the Dog - oh, yes, DOG PARKS are a fun one to follow if you hae a canine friend!

Happy Trails! Jo Ann wrightj45@yahoo.com

Annual Ann Whitall Flower Show at Red Bank Battlefield

The Annual Ann Whitall Herb and Flower Show will be held on une 27th from 11:00 to 4:00. It sounds like a lovely day and in the past, I have certainly enjoyed attending. I will be going this year as well, with my sister who is a landscaper! Happy Trails - Jo Ann wrightj45@yhoo.com

A DUTY TO KNOW-TULSA 1921

I love history and daily I am drawn down deer trails in the woods of information. For example, yesterday, I discovered that THREE presidents were assassinated within a 40 year period at the end of the Civil War. Now, the Civil War isn't one of my areas of more than polite acquaintance, so, of course I knew about Abraham Lincoln but I did not know about Garfield or McKinley. Having followed up on that trail, it appears that their murderers were more of the mentally unstable individual type than the political type. But perhpas ALL murderers are inherently mentally unstable or they wouldn't be drawn to do such a crime.

I like to know things but I also believe there are things we should all know in order to better understand our world. Frequently in subject areas such as environmentalism and health, you will find columns with titles such as "What you can do to help." Since 1619 Project, which I admired, I have been trying to increase my awareness of African American History, by which I mean ALL AMERCICAN history with this major component added into the mix from which it has been absent for most of my life. It is my duty to KNOW and it is one of the things we can all do. Just as I spent my entire adulthood trying to balance history with the addition of Women's History, I now try to make the balance with the addition of the history of our Africann AMerican neighbors and feelow citizens. I have read a lot of books, most recently CASTE by ISabel Wilkerson, which I think I reviewed here in the blog. And on my living room table is JUNETEENTH, by Annette Gordon Reed, who is an author with whom I have been familiar sine I read her book exposing the relationship between Thomas Jefferson and Sally Himmings nnd her family's long time in the shadows of the Jefferson family's refusal to accept their genetic relationship. One of the intersections between slavery and women's history, to my way of thinking, has been the male control of sexual access to women. It is rarely discussed that the whites who bought, sold and owned Africans, took widespread advantage of their control to rape the women. What was even more shocking to me was that they used the products of their rape, their own offspring, as more chattel to be sold. Rape and the selling of their own children - two heinous crimes white history has kept hidden.

Genocide and massacre are two other subject often left out of the patruarcgak white male history. You may have heard of the Tulsa, Oklahoma massacre of the citizens of Greenwood, known at the time as the Black Wall Street. If not, simply, as was so often the case in the start of a genocidal attack, a young African American shoeshine boy was accused of assaulting a white woman in an elevator. The boy said he bumped into her when the elevator lurched. He was arrested and taken to the jail in the courthouse, where a mob quickly formed with the intention of lynching him. African American World War I veterans determined to stop a lynching gathered, armed to defend the courthouse from the vigilante mob. Next the mob descended on Greenwood the affluent business and residential section and machine gunned anyone in the streets while airplanes dropped incendiary devices onto the rooftops of the homes and businesses. More than 300 people were murdered and the entire district was burned to the ground. Mass graves are currently being exhumed in hopes of identifying exactly who was killed for the sake of the descendants.

If you want to learn more THE GROUNDBREAKING: An American City and its Search for Justice by Scott Ellsworth is available, as is the book I am planning to read now, JUNETEENTH. If anyone couldn't do anything more, at least becoming aware of these tragedies and their effects on our fellow citizens is a step in the right direction. Juneteenth, by the way is the date when enslaved African Americans in Texas learned they had been emancipated.

Happy Trails - Jo Ann wrightj45@yahoo.com \

Red Bank Battlefield Today June 6, 2021

Today I met a couple of friends at Red Bank Batlefield to give thema quick battlefield tour. One of them is a docent at Atsion Mansion, and sometimes at Batsto; she is also a volunteer at Cedar Run Wildlife Center. Thinking about how I wanted to present it to them in a short form, since it is 93 degrees out today, I decided to start up on the bluff over looking the river, because really, that is the heart of the story.

Imagine, I said, that it is early autumn and the harvesst has almost reached its grand finale' and so far, although the Quaker family in the James and Ann Whitall farm house, were clearly aware of the war raging around them, they had been blissfully out of its reach, until now.

To this point our Coitinental Army had been thrashed from New England to New York and General Washington was battling over in Pennsyvlania in the Brandywine area. Raiders from both armies were burnign crops and rounding up farm animals to feed the famished soldiers because the British ships coun't get up the Delaware River to supply their army stuck in Philadelphia after they captured it.

I thik it is fair to say that generally in European wars the way you won was to capture the capital and or capture or smash the army. The British had captured our capital but they hadn't smashed our army and they couldn't feed their own army by foraging in Pennsyvania. When foragers stole the cattle and chickens and pigs, there were none left to breed and res-stock. They burned the fields so the enemy couldn't use the grain, so there was no more grain. They had stolen all the supplies the farm families had tried to hide, their preserves for winter, their hams, the potatoes and apples in the root cellars. No one had anything left to eat. The city was hungry, the armies were hungry, the people in the countryside were bereft.

Already soldiers from both sides had ransacked South Jersey, the cattled drive of General Mad Anthony Wayne, the forces of the British and there were small fires burning everywhere, skirmishes over bridges like Quinton's Bridge and Tavers (the meeting and gathering places for local militia) like Hancock House in Alloways Creek.

What had to heppen now was the British were determined to take out the two forts defending the River and the river fortifications. Sunk into the river were Chevaux de Frise - a french term for logs with etal spikes sunk in rafts of rocks all across the river to puncture the hulls of ships trying to come up the Delaware to Philadelphia to suppy the British forces. Fort Mifflin on the Philadelphia side had already been built and was under bombardment.

Next, the Continental forces had come to the Whitall family farm and confiscated their applie orchard to build a ground fort with ditch and fascnes made from the uprooted apple trees. This fort was called Fort Mercer after a beloved general killed in action, Hugh Mercer. Between the two forts Mifflin and Mercer, and the river fortifications, even though the British had captured Philadelphia, they couldn't feed their army and hold on to it. So they sent their hired army of Hessians under Colonel Carl Von Donop to take Fort Mercer while they battered away at Fort Mifflin.

The Whitall family being Quakers, were Pacifist and neutral, but the war came to them anyway, as all wars do. They had to leave their home in the hands of the Continental forces and take shelter with family members in Woodbury. Meanwhile, Ann Cooper Whitall's broher's house in Woodbury had been taken over by General Cornwallis for his residence while he was in the region at war with us.

In the Fort at the Whatall farm, a small force of 200 ment, some of them African American soldiers of the 1st Rhode Island, warned by the blacksmith's boy who ran all the way from Haddofield to tell them the Hessians were coming, waited. There were so few of them, they had to hole up in one corner of the fort and leave the rest unmanned, which turned out to be a saving grace.

The Hessians came marching down Clement's Bridge Road and attacked the fort on October 22, 1777 with about 2,000 battle hardened soldiers. But their commander was arrogant and didn'twait to batter the fort with artillery first. He ordered his men to charge and they were picked off like sitting ducks trying to climb through the fascine (the upturned roots of the apple trees). In only a couple of hours nearly 500 were wounded including Colonel Von Donop, shot 9 times, and they had to retreat. The Hessians took th wounded that they could carry or lay over their horses, wagons and cannon, the rest they had to leave on the ground, crying and calling for help and bleeding to death.

The victorious Cotinental defenders carried the wounded into the Whitall House and laid them on the floors while the army doctors did whtever they could to save them. Oral history has it that Ann Whitall returned to check on her house and helped to nurse the wounded sodiers with her skills in herbal medicine. There was also a myth that so many arms and legs were amputated that a huge hill of them stood outside the window of the surgical room, and that the floor was soaked with blood that seeped through the sawdust. It must have been a horrible scene. Many of the dead were buried in mass graves on the bluffs and over the years their bones washed out with flood tides. Some were gatheed up and re-bured in a small cemetery near Woodbury called The Strangers Cemetery. Other wounded were cared for in the confiscated Woodbury Meeting HOuse.

Whenever I go there, I always feel the fear and the suffering of those poor men and boys, especially the wounded lying on the ground, abandoned by their army, probably illiterate conscripts, who defiitely couldn't even speak English, and would never see their families again.

Meanwhile, we, the Continentals had a great, though short lived victory, and showed France that there was a chance we might prevail. Also on the river, the great Warship August had caught fire and exploded and both sister warships were disabled, so the river remained out of British reach for the time being. I am not sure how long the Whitall family had to remain out of their home, but they were lucky because when they returned it might have been dirty and bloody but it was intact and they could clean it up and re-furnish it and live it in again and for several more generations. James Whitall could get back to farming and his shipping investments and Ann couud get back to keeping the home, watching over the inentured servants, and her children, and going to meeting to watch over her soul. She was a fervently religious believer as she demonstrates in her diary, which is kept at the Gloucester County Historical Socity in Woodbury and is also on-line now. Unfortunately the volume that exists is only from 1762, becaue who wouldn't love to see what she said about 1777! Her son, Job kept a diary too, but it is more a record of farm business and ot much to say about the war; I think he was trying, as a good Quaker, to turn his mind away from war, and as a good Quaker of the time, toward stewardship of his farm property and business.

Many were not so lucky as the Whitall's were; their farm houses were burned, their fields destroyed their animals taken, sometimes the women wer raped, and sometimes defenders were killed. New Jersey is not only the Crosssroads of the Revolution, in many ways it was in the crosshairs! Ann Whitall - Thinking about Ann Whitall, her life, her world turned upside down. Having read the one diary, anyway, I got a small glimpse into her home. You can tell she was raised to be devoit. I suppose from the time she was born her religion was drilled into her, Quaker school (if she went to school) nothing but the bible to read. It made me think how her life was being riven by the same forces that were then beginning to fracture her religion. The Quakers were being divided into Orthodox (By the book) Quakers, and Hicksites (by the revelation -which was God talking to you) Quakers. The Quakers were becoming more secular and relaxing the hidebound rules that had eveloped around them when they took their version of Puritanism from England to the colonies. The free-wheeling frontier becoming domesticted, the Quakers could begin to relax a little, and the ones who really beived in hell fire and damnation and the fiery pit were frightened by the relaxation of the fences. Ann must have felt the coming of the war onto her own farm as a judgement of God, smiting them for their spiritual indolence.

Another thing I always think about with Ann and women of her period, their extreme innocence and naivity, along with the credulity. What must it have been like for a girl like her to get married and endure the shock of the marriage bed, not to mention the physical ordeal of childbirth, a life threatening experience in Ann's time, the terror, the pain! And Ann went through it seven times! All those children, all those people in the house, the half dozen indentured servants, who were most probably not a little resentful and untrustworthy. After all, one, Margaret Heeney, actually absconded with herself (Run Run Margaret - get free!) Ann must have been internally forced to be ever watchful, for her children, for her soul, for her household, and according to her diary, she felt very little support from her wordly husband and her increasingly wordly sons, who actually behaved disrespectfully towards her without being chastised by their father. She did, however, live a long life, into her eighties, before the hand of the punishing God struck her down with yellow fever.

Someday I would like to do a book THE SALEM ROAD, FROM BURLINGTON TO GREENWICH, with all the interesting historical events and people along that road!

Happy Trails! Jo Ann wrightj45@yahoo.com

Arcadia Books!!

Just yesterday, when I was picking up a prescription at Walgreens, I noticed a new display kiosk with dozens of title in the Arcadia books series, for our area, Camden County! I bought three because I very much enjoy these books and must have about 50 by now! This time I bought Cooper River, Delaware River, and Women i World War II, all favorite topics of mine.

I only got to read one so far, which I read while I waited outside the veterinarian's office today. My youngest cat, Patsy Cline, was sick for 3 days and so I had to take her to the best veterinarian EVER! Dr. Ed. Sheehen in the Fairview section of Camden, just off the Black Horse Pike. He is the kindest and most talented doctor, and his staff are ANGELS! I have been going to him for decades after trying a good many others and finding them less than satisfactory. Anyhow, I enjoyed the Cooper River book so much, I asked the tech to give my copy to Dr. Sheehen to say thank you to him for all his wonderful medical assistance over the years. He lives in Collingswood and I thought he would find the Cooper River book interesting, I know I did!

Three of the details I found particularly interesting were in relation to the Cooper family and their ferries, in particular the one at Pyne Point which I have visited and photographed. The information on Elizabeth Haddon and her nephew John Hopkins (of historic Hopkins House which I visited many times when I lived near Cooper River and when it was an Art Gallery) and the bits on Joshua Saddler, the environmentalist and freed man who saved Saddler's Woods, one of the only pockets of original old growth forest left in South Jersey which is under stewardship and conservation by a group of dedicated volunteers. I was happy to take their workshop before the pandemic, a tour of the woods the sighting of the oldest trees, and a great workshop ahere we dissected an owl's pellet and found a shrew's skeleton! If they ever advertise again - TAKE THE TOUR!! I think I found the ad in the Audubon Community Education Booklet, but you might also want to check their website.

You can find the Arcadia books at any bookstore. I bought several at Barnes and Noble at the Rt. 70 shopping Center, and as I said this kiosk was at Walgreens on the Black Horse Pike and Kings Highway. Great reading.

Happy Trails! Jo Ann wrightj45@yahoo.com

Thoughts on Historic CONTEXT Whitall House, Red Bank Battlefield, National Park, NJ

I think, often with a site like the James and Anne Whitall House, Red Bank Battlefield, National Park,NJ, it is easy to get narrowly confined within the borders of the main even the Battle that took place on October 22, 1777. Although the drama and the import of that event is the center of the location, there is so much more to learn about the people and the world surrounding that event. James and Ann Whitall were Quakers from a large, successful and old time clan of Quakers in the South Jersey area. Ann was related to the Cooper family, founders of Camden, and by the way if you haven't visited Pomona Hall at the Camden County Historical Society, you should!

Anyhow my point for this blog entry is simply that when you have exhausted the details of the Battle of Red Bank, it might be time to dig wider rather than deeper, and explore the history of the Quakers in South Jersey, shipping trade on the Delaware Rive (James Whitall was heavily invested in it), indentured servitude in Colonial New Jersey, the Whitall family employed several indentured servants, one of whom, Margaret Heaney, ran away and James Whitall put out a warrant for her capture.

In general the Quaker community was opposed to slavery but the attitudes of the Quakers is an interesting area to delve into as well. For exampe, one of the Coopers, Marmaduke Cooper, refused to free his enslaved workers edespite much attempt at persuasion by his Quaker meeting, and he neded up being cast out.

The local community wouuld also be an interesting subject to explore, the Woodbury connection, for example, one of Ann's male relatives (her brother?) had a home in Woodbury near the Meeting House, which wa confiscated by the British and used as a headquarters util their retreat. His house is beside the Goucester County Historical Society Museum and Library, another plae worth a visit. Houseed in the Library, behind the Museum, is the framed family tree upon which Ann Whitall appears. <[?> Needless to say, (or is it?) the presence of Native Americans, the indigenous inhabitants before Europeans came and staked a claim on the land, is also a worthy area for exploration. Some artifacts are on display in the new glass cases at the Whitall HOuse.

I just visited last Sunday became I am going to return as a volunteer beginning this week on Saturday or Sunday and I was amazed at how things have changed at Whitall House. I was a volunteer there for many years beginning in the Megan Giordano period. She was a remarkable young woman who died far far too young of Lupus. She was devoted to the Whitall House and the period of the Battle and she was both brilliant and knowledgeable. She was also remarkably inventive in ways to inspire and broaden the knowledge of volunteers. She brought us speakers on Colonial dress and fabrics, spinning and weaving, bee keeping, medicines, maternity, and at the time of her passing, she had been working on a cooperative venture with the town of Woodbury to explore, deepen, and emphasize the connections between the town and the Battlefield.

All that aside, if you haven't been there recently, there couldn't be a more inviting time to stop by. The park is green and flourishing, the house is open for tours (you can explore on your own or have a tour) Thursday through Sunday. There is such a rich variety of historic places to visit in our neck of the woods!

Happy Trails! Jo Ann wrightj45@yahoo.com

Mother's Day thoughts and Book Suggestions May 8, 2021

Although I am a mother, of a daughter who is now 37 and fully independent, when I think of Mother's Day, my mind ofte goes to my female ancestors, beginning with my own mother and stretching back through the grandmother's I knew, the great-grandmother I knew, and the ones I never met.

Also, I often look back on those women I feel are my spiritual, political, literary mothers, the Mothers of the Movements for Suffrage and Abolition, the Mother's of Literature who wrote the great books, and those who worked in universities and academic settings to bring these women back to us. There was a feminist press that used to find and reprint out of print works by women writers, was it Virago Press? I just looked it up and YES it was and furthermore there is now an e-book about the history of Virago Press.

I had a lost and forgotten female ancestor, my mother's biological mother. My mother was adopted raised by her aunt Lavinia, after Lavinia's sister, Sarah died at the age of 25, leaving three little toddler daughter's behind. The three little girls were placed by their father in The Camden Friendless Children's Shelter. This episode in the family history was entirely buried and never spoken about. Many years into my adulthood, and my retirment, when I took up family history, I tried to find out as much as I could about this lost grandmother whose name was never spoken. I am not sure what she did to be so completely erased, but also, people in those days didn't do much reminiscing, as I recall.

My quest for our fore-mothers was begun long before my search for my biological grandmother. My search for my literary female ancestors began in my college days, when these writers, too, were lost and forgotten and never spoken of. By the time I took my second degree this time in Art, feminists had worked their way up the ranks of academnia and were making archaeological inroads in excavating these lost 'mothers.' I was fortunate enough to have had Wendy Slatkin for my teaher. She had written a supremely meaningful book on Women Artists and she was both a passionate and brilliant teacher and an exellent scholar and writer.

Today, the day before 2021 Mother's Days, I have been catchng up on the Sunday New York Times Book Review and I read a review of a book which I am going to buy from amazon as soon as I finish this blog post: THE AGITATORS, Three Friends Who Fought for Abolition and Women's Rights, by Dorothy Wickenden

One of the details that struck a chord in reading the review of this book was that Harriet Tubman, one of the three women profiled, was illiterate, could neither read nor write. She was a monumentlly heroic feigure, as by now, you reader, and most of America knows thanks to the film HARRIET, as well as fairly dedicated revisionist history since the 1970's. A book I had bought but have not read yet about Frederick Douglas adn the women who supported, abetted, and loved him, spoke of his first wife, also a previously enslaved woman, who was illiterate. Both Harriet and Douglas's wife were mocked by contemporaries for their 'plantation dialect' and their illiteracy. This breaks my heart. And it reminds me of the long and arduous journey for women's educational equality that our fore-mothers made.

A few nights ago, I watched a documentary about one of my lifelong favorite male writers, Charles Dickens, and I was struck again by his ill treatment of his first wife, Catherine who bore ten children and was then abandoned by Dickens, forced to leave her home and children which were then taken over by a younger sister. What choice did she have? She would have gone to the "work house" "alms house' or been out on the streets if she didn't accept the obominable option forced on her by Charles Dickens who blamed her for all of the children he had to support, willfully oblivious to the part he played in their conception. Catherine had no occupation and no skills with which to support herself. She was at his mercy, and there was precious little of it.

One of the things for which I am most grateful has been the opportunity for me to get an education, develope a marketable skill, teaching (a stronghold of women's rights and employment throughout the past two hundred years) and thereby to escape poverty, desperation, and a deprived old age, thanks to our union and my pension.

Thank you, Mom, for all the books you bought me and read to me and thank you Lavinia Lyons for raising my mother when your sister died, and thank you to all my teahersin 2021.

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

Jo Ann

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Movie Review - NOMADLAND

If you haven't seen Nomadland yet, I reecommend it. I first ran across this story as an essay in The Atlantic or Harpers, then I bought the book. The movie is wonderful! Having lived on the road once, myself, in my youth for a year, I could relate to the experience although I was young. Don't know how I would feel about it now in my 70's and definitely wouldn't want to be working for amazon in my 70's though lots of people are. I have met people living in campers in parking lots and in the woods at campgrounds, where you can stay but you can't stay long. What I found most comforting about the otherwise bleak and sad movie, was the way people helped one another and hwo they looked on the bright side and let nature and beautiful scenery lift their weary and burdened spirits. Also, as mystics have known for millenia, there is something about going off and living in simplicity and solitude that brings spiritual peace. The movie is beautiful and thought provoking. I hope you find it and enjoy it.

Jo Ann

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MOSAIC ARTIST AT EILAND ARTS

When I went to Eiland Arts this week with another friend to see the Moseaic show, I picked up the artist's card so I have more information in case you might be intereeted. It is a perfect time of year to visit the gallery, sit outside at one of the nice bistro tables and enjoy a coffee and delicious pastry after you see the gorgeous mosaic art.

EILAND ARTS CENTER

10 EAST CHESTNUT AVE.

Merchantville, NJ 08109

856-488-0750 >p/> Artist - Laura Lynn Stern

LaauraLynStern@gmail.com

facebook Laura Lyn Stein, sculptural Designs

This artist designs and creates for residential and commercial properties. But go see her work in person at the gallery and if you are feeling like a nice stroll, enjoy the rails to trails where the old train tracks used to be. I love how they repurposed the old railroad Depot. I enjoyed a lette' and a lemon scone! The pastry are delicious. It seems to me it is the perfect experience for a laid back spring day! ENJOY!

Jo Ann

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A Place To Go, A Thing To Do in South Jersey this week! - ART

Today, a friend and I had a splendid day. We had brunch at LesbiVeggies on Merchant St. in Audubon. I had the Hungry Woman Brunch and she had the peach cobbler pancakes. Delicious!

Next, we drove over to Eiland arts, IN Merchantville, right off Centre St. alonside the Railroad and the rails to trails path. I have written about Eiland Arts many times before because it is in a re-purposed railroad depot and I love railroads! Also, I have shown my paintings there many times and ejoy their group shows immensely.

"PIECES OF ME" - A solo show by Laura Lynn Stern

April 5th-May 31st

What a splendid show. The work is magnificent and very very reasonably priced. There were smaller pieces for as low as $50 adn absolutely gorgeous pieces, large and impressive for $200. The craftsmanship as well as the artistic vision were stunning. Even if you aren't in the market for some beautiful art, treat yourself to a wonderful experience and go see this solo show. My favorite pieces were the three crows. My friend's favorite works were the iridescent three square works as you enter the gallery.

This was a lovely way to spend a day. And our walk in Saddler's Woods (Just off Cuthbert Blvd., Collingswood, behind the shopping center) after the Art show was also delightful. The trees have their new green leaves, the sun shone down through the tree canopy and as always the devoted conservator/volunteers of Saddler's Woods had seen to it that there was no trash strewn around. If you aren't familiear with FOREST BATHING, let me say very simply, it has been proven scientifically that the chemical exhalations of trees are therapeutic for people and spending time in the woods is healthful even beyond the exercise. We timed and counted and saw that it is about one mile from one end of the main trail to the other and about 30 minutes. Hope you take me up on this tip and enjoy the forest, the artwork, and the delicious food. LesbiVeggies is not open on Monday or Tuesday. Another friend told me there was a tv piece about their restaurant last week.

This message just in from RANCOCAS WOODS for Saturday - Enjoy!

Hi friends! It’s that time again...the Rancocas Woods Craft Show is this Saturday 10-4. We’ve got over 90 vendors in back of the shops AND even more vendors in the courtyard at On Angels Wings! The Craft Co-Op is stocked full of lovely gifts for that special mama in your life! New items are coming in daily!

Also, mark your calendars...on May 8th the Shops in Rancocas Woods are honoring all mothers with a free flower! Collect a flower from all participating shops to make yourself a beautiful bouquet (while supplies last)! When you’re finished collecting your flowers, stop in The Artisan House and Miss Juanita will be happy to wrap them all up for you!!! And don’t forget about the Kids Craft Show and Flea Market on the same day from 10-2!

Lots of fun “in the woods”!

Hope to see you there!

Bill & Keri

Time Team Episode 5, Season 20

If you have visited my site before, you will have seen that I have posted aabout my favorite archaeology showBritain's Time Team. A team of archaeologists with narrator are invited by a town or a group to excavate ruins or mythical ruins and answer questions. The trick is, they only have 3 days to do their work. In the episode in the title, called WARRIORS, Time Team were invited to join the military in exploring a site in Wessex owned by the army, which is not far from the famous Stonehenge. It is a burial mound which the archaology investigation team of the army have been excavating for months.

What makes this episode to interesting to me is that the military has a program to rehavilitate severely wounded and or traumatised soldiers through the archaeology dig. The first soldier to come up with the idea was wounded in Iraq and when he came home he was in such despair he was suicidal, BUT, he became interested in the Time Team show and pitched the idea of doing archaological digs with traumatised soldiers to the military and they signed on. Dozens of soldiers worked at the burial mound at Barrow Clump, overlooking Figheldeen an ancient Anglo Saxon village below and in sight of the giant mound.

The wounded soldier who originated the idea of using the projects to rehabilitate soldiers sunk in despair and apathy, said he didn't know why watching Time Team was so helpful to him, but it was. His favorite TT member was Phil Harding, also my favorite, and I would guess everyone's favorite, for his outgoing and humorous nature and his ability to display his emotions. He has a childlike joy, especially when he finds flint, which is his specialty.

In this episode almost 50 Anglo Sacxon skeletons were unearthed, dating from the 500's. Also there were cremations dating from 2000 years ago, the Bronze Age, many artifacts such as metal shield bosses, which are the circular metal centerpieces in a wooden shield, as well as broaches and spear heads. It must have been strange for the soldiers to be unearthing soldiers who died, 1500 years ago, although there were also women and children in this burial which is an anomoly.

I have often wondered myself why this show is so engaging. After all, it ran for 20 seasons and I have to say I have loved all 20 seasons of it. Possibly, part of it is the ensamble of teammates, but also, their infectious enthusiasm, the anticipation of what they might dig up, and the marvel of the narratives they are able to spin from such minute pieces of bone and pottery. Also, it is like a visit with the ancestors and a comfort to think of long expanses of time which puts things into perspective. Well, I close now because I am off to episode 6.

Jo Ann

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Early American Life Magazine June 2021 - Historic Place Ideas

I have written many times about Erly American Life Magazine. Every single issue has something of interest to me even though I am no longer working as a histori site docent. For those of you new to my blog, I used to be a volunteer at half a dozen historic sites in New Jersey, but over the past ten years or so, I have had to cut back, and then the pandemic put a full stop to my final volunteer experience which was at the James and Ann Whitall HOuse at Red Bank Battlefield, in National Park, New Jersey. When I began there well over ten years ago, a brilliant and charismatic young curator, Meghan Giordano, sadly deceased at an early age, was an inspiration to everyone who volunteered there.

During that time, early in my retirement, I was introduced to EArly American Life by a librarian friend and I have subsribed to it ever since. Along with my passion for history, I have always had a fascination and respect for hand-made, hand crafted objects such as pottery, quilting, metal work, wood work and so on. It oes with the territory. I have a degree in Art and taught Art most of career of 35 years. Although I have a very large yard, oddly pie shaped, narrow at the front and spread out like a fan at the back, I was never much interested in gardening until I met the master gardners of Whitall House, in particular, my favorite, Joyce Connolly. She took me on a tour of her garden once, and she gave me Lily of the Valley, one of my most beloved little plants, the fragrance is intoxicating. And she gave me a mystery plant which she identified for me a couple of years after as Helibore. It blooms with tennis ball sized yellow blossoms early in the spring, about the time the crocus peak up their brave little heads.

AS I said, I usually read EAL from cover to cover, so I may be back after this entry with a review of another article but for this post I wanted to mention Greenfield Village, I think it is somewhere near Detroit because in the article the Manager of Greenfield mentioned moving the Detroit Central Market Building to their 80 acre, 83 historic structure site. What I found interesting was the wide array of events they sponsor there in order to bring in the visitors and to spark their interest and keep them coming back. That's how you get tax support to keep this historic treasures for the future.

At Greenfield they hold antique automobile shows, they do a big splash for Halloween and Christmas; they recently bought the farm of the founder of Firestone and they are plowing and raising farm produce and crops. The plan for the Detroit Central Market is to compare urban and rural food history, and to open the discussion on food literacy, the history of distribution, food deserts, and other topics of contemporary importance.

I understood the push at Whitall House after a big consultation effort to design the future, to focus on the specific main incident of Red Bank Battlefield which was the October 1775 Battle, but I always thought it was a shame to be narrow like that because one of the MOST popular events we ever held was a World War II Reenactment. Hundreds of people came and visited our site for the first time. And we could justify it at that time because there had been a WWII Sentry Tower on the site to guard the Delaware River owing to the stealthy patrolling of our Atlantic coast by U Boats at the time. They were slaughtering our Merchant fleet. My father had been a Merchant Seaman before he joined the Navy and so I was well aware of the dangers to Merchant ships at that time.

Personal history often plays a big part in the stimulation of and the depth of the appreciation of younger people for history. Since so many of my family members participated in so many big events in our history, it was all very real to me. My Grandfather Lyons was on the Mexican border during the first World War to protect our Sothern border. My father and his brothers wer in the navy during World War II, and my grandfather on the paternal side was a Merchant Seaman. My mother worked at the Navy Yard during the War before she joined my father in Florida and after she came home to Philadelphia when he shipped out.

One of the extra types of vents we still hold at Red Bank, however, is the annual Garden show which is popular and beautiful. Look for that in the end of the summer, and in the fall come to our October re-enactment. Perhaps by then, I will be back to giving tours! Jo Ann wrightj45@yahoo.com

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Happy Easter 2021 - Old Photographs

Well, it has been a long and interesting and challenging year from March of 2020 to April of 2021. I won't get into the politics of it, because that isn't what this blog is about, and we have all had more than enough of the Pandemic, although I will take a moment to say that this past Wednesday, I closed out the month of March by getting my second inoculation of the Pfizer vaccine at the Mooestown Mall Mega Site. It was not quite as eerie as going for the first shot when I entered the process and the old abandoned Lord and Taylor Store for the first time. This time, I knew the ropes and I didn't have the fresh eye of the first timer. What was new, however was the enormous relief I felt when I left. I had no idea of the burden I had been carrying for a year until after my second shot and the burden of fear fell off my shoulders.

Again, I was fortunate and had no bad reaction to the inoculation. Many people I have heard about and have talked to have not been so lucky and have reported sore arms and muscle and joint pain. Some said they were wiped out for a day or two. I was perfectly fine - or at least as fine as I was before the shot.

But what I wanted to talk about today, was old photographs which I love with a romantic passion. Before my Grandmother Mabel died, she gave me a wooden box with old family photographs of hers in it, two of them date back to the early days of photography in the 1800's; they are her parents, Catherine Sandman and William Adam Young and Ipresume it must be wedding photographs or sometime around then 1884. I have old photographs from my mother's side of the family too, her parents and the early days of my own parent'ss marriage. My parents photographs ae from the second World War when my father was in the navy and stationed in Florida. They are so beautiful and carefree and young that it breaks my heart, but I am consoled when I think of what long and happy lives they had after the war when so many others lost their lives. My parents got to buy successively larger houses, move to the suburbs, plant a vegetable garden, grill on my father's elaborite brick backyard grill, swim in pools, have children and watch them all grow up, and they got to celebrate their lives in many ways. I have photographs of many of those ways, but surprisingly few from our many road trip vacations.

I was given a camera very early on and I took photographs from the start and regularly for the rest of my own long an lucky life. More than a decade ago, I began to do family history, and to share it with my siblings and their children, I also began to use the old family photograps. For example, I had a somewhat amusing photograph of my cousin Patty and I, around 1955, dressed up and posed in our Easter outfits outside a row home in South Philadelphia which may have been my family's first home. I made copies of it and mounted it on pretty floral scrapbooking paper, framed it, and glued button sized magnets on the back so it would stick to the refrigerator. I sent one to my cousin and put one on my fridge. For Halloween, I copied and hung a dozen old photographs from the 1940's and 50's on black screening and used it for a decoration with some fabric leaves glued on - very attractive. My biggest project was to have postcards made for several holidays from those old photographs - couples for Valentine's day with a red Valentine border, Navy and Marine portraits of my father and brother for Veterans' Day and Memorial Day with a red, white and blue border, and Christmas postcards of my brother and myself with anta around 1950. It wasn't at all expensive - it only cost around $40 for 50 postcards.

This year I came up with another use for some old photographs for Easter. My sister's house burned down 5 years ago in March and she lost most of her family mementos and photographs. From time to time, for the holidays, I make copies of the ones I have and give them to her in albums. For Easter this year, I framed si of them and put them in an Easter Basket protected in the green grass. She can't eat candy and she lives on a farm, so she doesn't need more flowers, so I thought a basket of memories was a good solution. ,p/> One year for Christmas, I gave all my siblings (there are 5 of us) a 2.3 foot framed family tree collage of family photographs which I had scanned and had copied and printed at Belia Copy Center in Woodbury, where I also had my postcards made. NEXT I am thinking of a way to use two dozen small black and white glossy photographs of toddlers who may be my father and his brothers from around 1920 which were mailed to my Cousin Patty by another relative. She had no use for them, but I found them enchanting, especially since those babies became men, had full lives and died, but here they are, forever at the beginning with their bright baby eyes and beautiful baby faces. Whatever Art Project I decide to use them in, I want to title it 100 YEAR OLD BABIES. I am thinking of trying the Mod Podge process of photo transfer onto fabric, maybe a white apron which I happen to have, or a baby blanket - time will give me the answer.

Well I hope this blog entry gives someone an idea of something to do with their old family photographs and as always if you want to converse more with me on this subject you can reach me at wrightjr5@yahoo.com. In the mean time, HAVE A HAPPY EASTER!

Jo Ann

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STILL IN PANDEMIC MODE, SO OUR 'THING TO DO' IN THIS POST IS A BOOK SUGGESTION!

You could say this book suggestion bridges both February: African American History Month, and March: Women's History Month.

In an essay I read recently, it was suggested that one of the things we could do to improve our understanding of RACE in America, was to READ READ READ. Well, that is always a welcome suggestion to e, and I ad taken the suggestion up with CASTE, by Isabel Wilkerson. Throughout the book, the comparisons with the situations in which women have found themselves were apparent to me. Recently, in the spate of articals about current attempts by the Republican Party to pass laws that in effect suppress voting rights, I had to think of the two hundred years that women had no voting rights in America and few if any legal rights.

Thos that we have at present were hard won. An excellent documentary by the poet of American history in documentary, Ken Burns, is NOT FOR OURSELVES ALONE, Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan B. Anthony. Along with their struggle for voting rights, the documentary gives a warm portrait of their life long friendship.

The book I just ordered is DOUGLAS'S WOMEN, By Parker-Rhodes. Frederick Douglas married a free Black Woman named Anna who not only bought his ticket to freedom but supported him as he made his early career in Abolition, and raised their five children and kept his house. When others claimed that becase she ws 'illiterate' she was not his equal as his wife, he (allegedly) defended her. Nonetheless, he brought another woan into their home to be his mistress and his comrade in the struggle, a German immigrant and the daughter of German intellectuals, Ottilie Assing. She supported his efforts both financially and as his personal secretary. However, when she returned to Germany to secure her family inheritance, Frederick Douglas married a much younger woman, another personal secretary, the daughter of his neighbors who were Abolitionists and apparently, approved of their daughter's work as a clerk for Douglas but not their marriage. Her family disowned her. Ottilie, nonetheless, after securing her inheritance, set up a trust for Douglas to support him and then she committed suicide. It wasn't only her despair of hearing of Douglas's marriage, she had also been diagnosed with breast cancer. She took cyanide.

Throughout history, the sacrifices of women like Anna, Ottilie, and so many others, bot financial support and home-making, child raising, secretarial and emotional, have been neglected or underestimated. Without Anna, Douglas may never have succeeded in escaping slavery or beginning his career in Aboliton. Without the help of Ottilie and his third wife, he may never have had the time to complete his books,essays, speeches or articles.

LIVING IN EXTRAORDINARY TIMES - MY FIRST SHOT OF PFIZER VACCINE - TODAY, March 10, 2021!

Today, I was fortuate enough to receive my first vaccination against covid 19 with Pfizer's two shot vaccine. When I say fortunate, I mean it. If it hadn't been for a friend of mine, Nancy, who is particularly competent and who had found a way to schedule hers through something called MyChart, I wouldn't be vaccinated right now. I had signed up with the conty registration, the state registration, I had telephoned ShopRite, Walgreens, CVS, Urgent Care, and any place anyone or any e-mail alert said you could get innoculated. None of it panned out until Nancy sent me the MyChart link. It turns out that because I was in the hospital at Virtua in November for diverticulitis, I have a MyChart patient rgistration, so I was able to schedule my appointmet for today at what is termed "Mega Site" at the Moorestown Mall.

My forementioned friend, Nancy, also sent me a photo of what the entrance looked like an directions to the part of the Moorestown Mall where the innoculations were being given. It was the former Lord & Taylor Department Store. I left at 1:00 for m 2:15 appointment because I didn't want to be late and now my old car and I go slow. My plan was to go down Main Street to Lenola Road and cross route 38, but I got anxious about the time and took route 38 dirctly to the mall. Parking lot was full. The two friends who had previously gotten their shots had said it was remarkably empty but that was not the case when I got there. Groups of about 24 to 30 people were moving along through the maze of cordoned off corrals from station to station.

I had received and printed out and brought with me my e-mail confirmation of the appointment, a scanning symbol also e-mailed to me and designated as my identification, my driver's license with photo on it, and my medicare card. As it turned out, I was asked over and over for a 'white card' which I didn't have, but I kept handing over the stuff I had brought with me. The clumps of 20 to 30 people moved from station to station, all of which were manned by National Guard troops in camoflage uniforms, fatigues, I think they are called. They were all uniformly polite, businesslike, patient and helpful.

At each station there were several tables and soldiers, so there was basically no wait at all, and we moved along efficiently from question station to station until we got to the stations where we got the shots. It didn't hurt at all. After the shot, we were given a white sticker with a time written on it and taken to a large area, actually the whole place was monumentally large, where about a hundred folding chairs were placed about 5 feet apart. We were waiting there to make sure we had no adverse reactions to the inoculation. After 15 minutes, a guard came and told me I could leave. I had been talking to a lady 4 feet in front of me. We were talking about people not taking the coronavirus seriously, and I mentioned that my mother's mother had died in the Spanish influenza epidemic of 1919, though actually she died a couple years after it in the epidemic of pneumonia that followed. The lady told me her own mother had died last April in a nursing home of corona virus. I said what a shame that was and how sorry i was for her loss. She said in some ways it wss a blessing because her mother was in the home because she suffered for some years from dementia. We all know there is no getting better from that, only getting out

When I left, I took a wrong turn somehow, although I was sure I was going the right way, and got lost on route 73. So I had to pull over into a parking lot and use the gps to get me to route 70, so I could find my way home. For some reason I had a raging thirst, so I stopped at McDonald's in Collingswood and bought a Shamrock Shake and fries and drove across the road into the park where I sat and ate the fries and drank the shake in a little silent celebration.

The whole experience reminded me of refugee centers and immigration detention camps. Also it had a kind of sci-fi feel to it, the abandoned luxury goods department store, the empty glass counters where perfumes and jewelry once sparkled, the roped off maze of corrals and the stations with the questions asked by the soldiers. It was as if afer our inoculation wait, we would all be herded onto a space ship sent to colonize Mars.

Fortunately we had glorious spring weather today which made the whole trip so much easier. It was warm and sunny, 60 degrees! In my morning dog walk I had stopped to chat with a couple of neighbors out in their yard enjoying the weather. They were also ove 70 and had not yet been able to struggle through the underground cavern of twists and turns that is the scheduling system. I told them to try MyChart, which by the merest coincidence I had because of my emergency visit last autumn when my duaghter found Virtua while looking for closest and best hospitals to take me to. She saved me then, and inadvertently saved me again!

There is an old quote, which sadly I cannot attribute that says "May you live in interesting Times" is a kind of curse. Well I believe all the times I have lived haved been interesting, and from this side of the innoculation divide, i feel hopeful about enjoying even more interesting times.

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Foreign Soldiers

Lately, as I mentioned in my previous posts, I have been watching TIME TEAM, an archaeology program set in England. Many of their digs involve Roman Forts from the Roman conquest which took plae at the turn of the around 100 AD and the occupation lasted until 400 AD when the Roman Empire disintegratedd and the Anglo Saxons invaded Britain, followed by the Danes. They were, in turn, invaded by the Normans (who were North Men, or Vikings, who had stayed in France long enough to become Normans) and they were in turn defeated by Britons (the earliest invaders and inhabitants for whom Britain was named) and a cooalition of Anglo Saxons and Danes who had settled there so long they had become something new, a cohesive British force, under King Alfred, who united Britain. Everybody settled down and the United Kingdom went on about its business which was taking Scotland from the Picts and Ireland from the Irish.

Anyhow, Amongst the rubble left by the Romans, are the bits and pieces, Roman coins, some burial headstones, broken pottery and the ghosts of all those soldiers stationed there, not to mention their offspring since many of them claimed wives while they were settled in their fronteir forts.

Today when I finally had the time to read the Sunday New York Times and the Book Review section, there was a review of a book about the lives of the Roman soldiers. Apparently, according to the review, a lot of the Roman soldiers were surprising literate because the army demanded detailed records of everything (kind of reminds me of the Germans in WWII). According to gravestones mentioned in the review, the soldiers in Britain came from what is now Spain, Bulgaria and Hungary as well as Italy. Watching another tv series about the Roman occupation of what is now Germany (but was then Gaul and Barbarian Northern Europe), up to the Rhine, I learned for the first time that not only did the occupying Roman army demand tribute money, they also demanded slaves and young men to serve in the military. I wondered how many of those men from Spain, Hungary or Bulgaria, had also been captives forced into the military. The book is called GLADUS.

That reminded me, as history tends to stretch from one topic and period to another, of the Hessian forces forced to fight in the British colony of America during the Revolution. When I volunteered at Whitall House in Red Bank Battlefield, National Park, NJ, I was very curious about those poor young men, conscripted by their ruling aristocratic princes into armies which were then sent to fight all over the place and even rented out! A very large proportion of the fighting forces arrayed against us colonists in the Revolution were Hessians (from that same area of southern Germany once occupied by the Romans, along the Rhine). I always wondered what happened to the ones left behind after the battles, the wounded the deserters, the imprisoned. There are a couple of diaries of soldiers, officers, which I have read, but it is the everyman, the Joseph Plum Martin of the Hessian army who I would like to hear from.

If you are looking for places to visit, and if you haven't already been there, don't miss National Park, Red Bank Battlefield. It offers a splendid view over the Delaware, a beautiful colonial Quaker farm entirely intact despite the battle that took place in the apple orchard, and a fascinating story. The house may be closed still due to the pandemic, but the battlefield is a lovely place to walk and have a picnic lunch, and there is a great playground if you bring the kids. There are restrooms and informative signage to help you get an idea of the place.

Today is International Women's Day, so let me mention Ann Whitall, the Quaker farm wife who endured the battle in the apple orchard and is said via oral history to have helped care for the wounded soldiers after the battle (of whom there were about 400.) The same oral history says that the pile of amputated limbs rose to the level of the window in the room taken over as a surgery in thei Whitall's house. The family had taken refuge with other family members in Woodbury during the battle. Ann Whitall left a diary from 1762, unfortunately not from the time of the Revolution, but I transcribed it at the Gloucester County Historyical Society so it could be accessed on the computer. Mainly she deals with her religious experience. Ann Whitall was an old time Quaker in the sense that she believed in hellfire and damnation and she strove passionately to work on her soul and the souls of those around her. She was an avid attendant at Quaker Meeting a few times each week. Needless to say, a diary is only a very narrow window on a full life, and Ann, being no doubt, certin that God was watching over her shoulder, rarely dealt with the mundane details of her ordinary life, which is too bad, because I wanted to know what she cooked how she got along with the indentured servants who worked for she and her husband, and what she did during the day. The house has been loaned her actual desk by the Daughters of the American Revolution, the DAR, the same desk where presumable she wrote her diary.

Since today is Int'l Woman's Day, and I mentioned the Roman invasion of Britain, let me also mention Queen Boudicca, who also attempted to pull together the fractious tribes of Britain to fight off the Romans, and was briefly successful before being ultimately defeated. England is notable for the heritage of warror queens such as the first Queen Elizabeth who fought off the invasion of Spain via the armada and who sent out the explorers who invaded and settled in the New World. And speeaking of explorers, it was Queen Isabella who sent out Columbus to invade in the Carribean. The tv is replete with series dealing with British royalty at present, such as the eries, THE CROWN, and for a bit of Anglo Saxon archaeology in England there is a good movie called THE DIG.

HAPPY TRAILS - if you want to contact me to continue the conversation, use my e-mail the blogspot comments function is awful. wrightj45@yahoo.com

JO ANN

REFERENCE TO PREVIOUS POST ON TIME TEAM

Once while hiking with a geocacher, we stumbled upon the ruins of a Civilian Conservation Corps camp. What was left was the concrete base of some buildings, and most interesting to me, some mosaic tiles. I had read and studied quite a bit about the CCC and how in the training camps they taught the men basic trades such as carpentry, laying tile, and so on.

While watching season 4, episode 5 of the Time Team, they were searching for the remains of a mosaic floor left by the Romans in a now time erased villa and it reminded me of the CCC Camp discovery we made in the woods and how enchanted we were by the engagement with our own history though 2930 is barely hisory by British standards. Still my point is that these interactions with our history are so meaningful and they are everywhere. The initial camp we found may have been at Bass River where they have a lot of information on the CCC. There is also a good deal of information on the CCC at Parvin State Park and a bridge that was built in the park by the CCC. The CCC men cleared out the waterway at Parvin and built the bridge you cross if you follow the trail.

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A Lesson in how to interest people in HISTORY - TIME TEAM

Okay, I will admit it, I am an anglophile. Several years ago I discovered I am 50% British dna, so that may explain my affection for British Mystery Books, and British Archaeology. Also, I LOVE British tv shows. Currently I am watching TIME TEAM, which has been hugely successful in Britian and is now on amazon prime. The measure of the success is in the number of seasons - 20! The only show I watch that has beat that many seasons is a mystery, Midsummer Murders.

Strangely enough the Time Team don't ever seem to find very much but what they find, they can deduct whole worlds of information from. They dig trenches and come up with bits of pottery no bigger than a couple of inches and they can tell when and where the pottery was made. They dig up bits of metal, or even slag, and they can tell what ore, and what period, and even why it was there. The Time Team responds to letters from members of the British public who have parts of stone walls in their gardens, or who have heard myths about their pastures housing Roman forts, or they have nearby churches or chapels with mysterious gravestones, or they have, themselves found mysterious items when plowing or fishing, or metal dectecting.

The Time Team, presented by the ever spry and game Tony Robinson is composed of an archivist, an artist (my favorite - this artist can do the most descriptive and evocative renderings from the bits of information given by the time time, so that you can see the Anglo Saxon village or the Roman villa as it would have looked. I am an artist too, so I am wonder struck by this talent.

The Time Team has a geophysics expert who scans the fields looking for places to dig, an archivist, who finds all the pertinent historic records, blueprints, historic accounts, letters and so on to help the story emerge. There is a osteoarchaeologist, a bone expert, who has branched out with her own program called DIGGING BRITAIN and I have watched it as well. And there are diggers, like Phil, and other archaeology experts in various fields of expertise. In many episodes, Phil or one of the others, will engage in an activity relating to the dig such as smelting or brewing, or even stone blade knapping.

Inevitably, kids and other townsfolk will gather to watch the goings on, often joining in and helping. Sometimes there is a party afterwards and all the community join the fest. Even though they have rarely, as long as I have been watching, come up with more than bits and pieces and a terrific story, people are captivated, even people like me who don't live in a land with two thousand years of history in the garden. It is inspirational and I always end up wishing I had gone into archaeology!

You may have noticed that I have learned enough html to create paragraphs now that blogspot has quit opensource and given us this new format where apparently a lot of the programming must be learned and done by us. Fortunately, many many years ago in the early days of free websites, I had learned a little html by creating sites with angelfire and geocities - remember them? Happy Trails! (underground, overground, or on the tv screen)

Jo Ann

ps. I will learn more so I can enlarge the text and add images, I promise! If you want to contact me, use my email, thanks, the comments feature is robo-hacked and is awful sorry I don't know how to make my e-mail address a link yet, but I will learn - I bought a book.

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Off the theme: Book Reviews for the month

Book Reviews by monthly theme A fun way to read would be by the holiday of the month. Since I am working off the cuff and not researching carefully, I will simply recommend fun books that I can think of "off the cuff":

DECEMBER- a series of books by various authors feature cats in the title One I bought for a $1 at a 2nd hand shop is CAT DECK THE HALLS, by Shirley Rousseau Murphy, a Joe Grey Mystery

JANUARY - CAT OF THE CENTURY, RITA MAE BROWN (Cats in the title and a calendar/date reference)

FEBRUARY - A fun series from years ago and romantic for VALENTINE'S DAY: GRIFFIN AND SABINE, a recent popular novel - A Fall of Marigolds is also a LOVE story A Serious Read for BLACK HISTORY MONTH: non-fiction - CASTE, b Isabelle Wilkerson

MARCH - WOMEN'S HISTORY MONTH so so many to recommend but my latest is a non-fiction biography PELOSI by Molly Ball Excellent Read and timely

APRIL - A book I enjoyed many years ago that is good for EASTER is THE DEAD SEA SCROLLS, a different take on Easter - The Easter Rebellion in Ireland has many good books

FOR EARTH DAY - I RECOMMEND: DIET FOR A SMALL PLANET BY Frances Moore Lappe - another oldie but goody

MAY - MOTHER'S DAY - Any book about the mothers of the WOMEN'S REVOLUTION: a new biography of Gloria Steinem

JUNE - ANY BOOK ABOUT THE FRENCH REVOLUTION, BUT IF YOU HAVE NEVER READ IT TRY A TALE OF TWO CITIES "TT was the worst of times, it was the best of times, it was a time very much like the present."!

JULY - THE BRITISH ARE COMING in time for 4th of July 4th

AUGUST - NATIONAL MOUNTAIN CLIMBING DAY - I recommend an author John Krakauer who wrote Into The WILD, and Cheryl Strayed who wrote WILD about her hike of the Pacific Coast Trail

SEPTEMBER - Napoleon's entrance into Moscow: If you have never read it WAR AND PEACE!

OCTOBER - HALLOWEEN: If you have never read it try: FRANKENSTEIN by MARY SHELLEY (and you can always read a biography of her famous mother, Mary Wollstonecraft, for Mother's Day! in May)

NOVEMBER: I recommend reading any books of current history about Native Americans and I loved SMOKE SIGNALS, BY SHERMAN ALEXEI and also LOUISE ERDRICH

And we are back to Christmas - every year read A CHILD'S CHRISTMAS IN WALES by Dylan Thomas! It is lovely

Happy Holidays book lovers! wrightj45@yahoo.com

HISTORY LOVERS AND THOSE WHO LOVE NEW JERSEY CAN PROBABLY THINK OF A BOOK TITLE FROM THESE SUBJECT AREAS FOR EACH MONTH - GO FOR IT!

Snake Stories for Valentine's Day

This morning, Sunday, February 14th, 20212 when I awoke, I was thinking of food storage to last through the long frozen winters of the northern lands, not that we arent' experiencing a frozen winter ourselves at this time. But I was thinking of the past. Lately I have watched a series called The Last Kingdom, about the English hero, King Alred, who stopped the Danish Viking invasion of what would become England. It is a mostly historically correct film version of a series of books by Bernard Cornwall about the Anglo Saxons. It made me think of food storage to last through the frozen months: nuts, grains, dried berries, root vegetables like potatoes and carrots, apples. And that made me think of the little spoilers, mice and rats! Not only our competitors for food but, as we know now, the carriers of the lethal fleas that brought pestilence. That made me think of snakes and a winter's evening when I sat with some fellow folunteers in the kitchen of historic Whitall House at Red Bank Battlefield enjoying the dinner prepared by the hearth cooks, Terry and Eleanor. From uner the wood pile came a huge black snake. When I brought it to the attention of the others, our Head Historian and curator, Meghan Giordano said, "Oh don't worry about her, she lives here!." She told us the name she had given to the snake but I have forgotten it now. It was a black "Rat Snake" a non poisonous hunter of mice and rats, and, I would presume a helpful household guest to those with a dirt storage cellar in Colonial Days as the snake would eat the mice and rats but not the grain or vegetables. I have three snake stories. One day my mother was driving her old white Dodge Mirada downtown in Petersburg, West Virginia where my parents had moved after retirement. She saw a snake coue out from under the dashboard. She went to the local gas station and told the mechanic, but his search revealed nothing, so my mother went on her way. This happened several times, always when my mother was alone in the car. Soon people began to doubt her. My mother and father drove up and down the 7 hour ride from West Virginia to New Jersey half a dozen times a year and my father never saw the snake. Then one day when the family was gathered from New Jersey and five or six of us were squeezed into the car to go grocery shopping. My father put the groceries in the trunk and when we got home, we all got out of the car and my father liften the trunk lid and there was a huge black snake slithering around the bags! "Get into the house!" My father hollered and we all ran to the guest room where there was a window overlooking the car in the drive. We watched as my father carefully lifted the snake up with a grden rake and lofted it into the trees next to the house. We came back out to get the groceries an my father lifted the floor board of the trunk and underneath was a vast graveyard of mouse bones from the years the snake had made its home in the underworld of the Dodge Mirada! My own snake story is also set in West Virginia. On a hike in the Dolly Sods, a Tundra region of the mountains not too far from where my parents lived, I decided to sit on a rocky outcropping over a spectacular view so I could do some yoga and stretch from the difficult uphill hiking. My companion at the time, went off to roam around the nearby area. After about 15 minutes of yoga stretches, I did a sitting meditation, then reached over the edge of the outcropping to pull myself up. Right beneath me, by a couple of feet was another rocky shelf and on it sat a huge rattlesnake, calmly gazing at me. I could count the rattles on its tail, there were nine, but it wasn't shaking it in warning, just sitting there sunning itself and perhaps doing its own meditation. I slowly and quietly got up, took a photo of the snake, then left in peace and wonderment. These snake stories are about peace and friendship among species, the kind of hope and trust we all rely on that if we are peaceful, so will be those whom we encounter. It isn't always true, of course, but here are three stories of a kind of love where we were all peaceful and friendly. Happy Valentine's Day. Jo Ann Wright wrightj45@yahoo.com