Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Thanksgiving Musings



Diorama of Iroquois Indians tending maize (corn), one of the crop staples grown by most Indians living in Eastern Woodlands and Atlantic Coast at the time of First Contact, along with beans, squash, and in the colder climates barley and wheat.From the New York State Museum. Similar dioramas depicting Algonkian Indians -- the Yaocomico and Piscataway -- or 'Conoy' to their Susquehannock (Iroquois) enemies -- are found at the Maryland Historical Society. Their photos will be posted here soon.

As one may imagine, I'm compelled to say 'something' about the occasion of Thanksgiving, whose eve it is tonight, given my topic of Indian-Native American presence in early Baltimore and Maryland. I'll save a critical philosophical discourse perhaps to a later post (or you may read a cogent and thought-provoking discussion of the political uses of stereotyping American Indians here). For now I want to share a musing or two, beginning with depictions of "The First Thanksgiving." (All images are in the public domain)

For the most part, the uniquely "American Thanksgiving" is a hallowed notion where many of us today think of Puritans and Indians feasting together in celebration of a bountiful autumn harvest and in perfect brotherhood and harmony. According to a primary source description from the ony two first-hand accounts written of the event, this actually was true in the Plimoth Plantation (or Plymouth Colony-Massachusetts) Thanksgiving of 1621. The Pilgrim writers were Edward Winslow and William Bradford.

A contrasting view of the Plimoth-Massasoit Thanksgiving as the Great Thanksgiving Hoax, terms the event as "not so much a celebration as it was the last meal of condemned men."

The first image appropriately claims to portray THE very first American [meaning Europeans in America] Thanksgiving that occurred at what became St. Augustine, Florida, in 1565, and was constituted as a Catholic Mass conducted by a Spanish priest for Spanish soldiers and Indians. I've zoomed in but have yet to spot an Indian. Hmmm.... Would that because the Indian population in that area had already been deeply reduced in the 73-odd years of European contact, put simply here for now, through warfare and disease?

The city's historians claim otherwise; in fact they have this to boast, attributed to Michelle Whitmer of the My Safe Florida travel site:

"Surprisingly, (the explorer) Menendez did not receive orders, nor did he personally desire, to eradicate the Native Americans. This is an extraordinary contrast to the Northern treatment of Indians by subsequent European colonists ... Dr. Michael Gannon, distinguished service professor emeritus at the University of Florida and preeminent authority on the founding of St. Augustine, has written '... the two cultures exchanged traditions and ways of life. Spanish men married native women and adopted the Timucuan diet and methods of food preparation ... Spanish missionaries taught European farming, cattle raising, carpentry, weaving, and, in many instances, reading and writing [to the Timucuan tribe].'"



Image courtesy of the St. Augustine Historial Society.

Similarly, we have this portrayal of another Spanish colonial "First Thanksgiving" -- in 1598 in New Mexico, a Spanish Catholic thanksgiving event with at least one Indian personage in the scene, albeit in a very submissive position -- he is the one on the ground. Image courtesy of the New Mexico Hispanic Culture Preservation League (annual banquet announcement).



Now let's look at three portrayals of that 1621 Puritan "First Thanksgiving" at Plimoth Plantation, Massachusetts. You may agree that the first two are beautifully evocative paintings, but heavy on the romanticized aspects of the event.


Painting by Jean Leon Gerome Ferris (1863–1930).

1. Seated in the foreground is Squanto, a translator and guide for Gov. Bradford and the Pawtuxet Indian (who later lived with Massasoit's Wampanoags) credited with showing the Pilgrims how to fertilize their seedlings with a piece of fish. Note the healthy English setter. The Maryland Piscataways kept dogs both as pets and as a back-up food source. This was evidenced by placement of canine bones both randomly and carefully buried in the excavated Piscataway town called Moyaone by Capt. John Smith on the eastern bank of the Potomac River a few miles south of modern day Washington, DC. [Source: Alice Ferguson, 1931]


This painting is by 19th Century American artist Jennie Augusta Brownscombe, who was termed "a kind of Norman Rockwell of her day."

2. Note in the shadow of the piety of the prayer leader is one 'guest' who cannot wait to chomp into his meaty drumstick -- or are his hands clasped in prayer? The feathered Indians mostly squat in respectful repose, far to the rear of the seated diners, who do at least include the Indian King -- presumably Massasoit.


3. The third depiction of the Plimoth Thanksgiving is my favorite in that there are a LOT of Indians in the picture [reportedly 91 were present] -- many more than of the Puritans [the 51 or 53 who survived the depredations of the first year] -- and thus giving a semblance of realism to what that actual historical event could have been like. I know the layout of the huts match up with what I have seen personally at Plimoth Plantation historical site.




In contrast and closer to our Baltimore home are the reputedly two Virginia Thanksgivings. The first came about in the spring of 1610 with the arrival of supplies from England after the 1609 winter of famine "Jamestown settlement's starving time" had killed 430 of the original colonists leaving merely 60 who survived.

The second Virginia "First Thanksgiving," occurred at nearby Berkeley Plantation in 1619. In that instance, a day of thanksgiving to be observed annually on the date of the group's landing was in the group's charter. Only three years after the Berkeley thanksgiving (1622), approximately one third of the entire Virginia Colony was massacred. These Virginia 'first thanksgivings' were set amidst a more raw and threatening danger from the Virginians' contact with the Powhatans, a fiercely more belligerent and aggressive Algonkian group than the Wampanoags of Massachusetts, who saved the Plimoth Pilgrims.

Here are two views of the vulnerable Jamestown fort, the first unattributable; the second an overhead from NASA files of today's reconstruction of the site, or a mock-up thereof:





Tying up our Thanksgiving threads back to Maryland where we began, we find a "Maryland First Thanksgiving" event that one could say combines the best of the others particularly the trusting generosity of two Algonkian Eastern Woodland Cultures -- the Wampanoags and the Yaocomico Piscataways -- and certainly a sincerely spiritual one. I'll let you surf this very nice St. Mary's Genealogy site that is chock full of period information about Maryland's First Thanksgiving. It is the source of this picture.



It reads: "In St. Mary's City, in 1634, Father Andrew White of the Society of Jesus, apostle of Maryland and first historian of the colony, offered up the holy sacrifice of the Mass in thanksgiving to God for having led the pilgrims to a land of sanctuary, where they and their descendants might live in civil and religious freedom."

Here is a companion piece, an old 1895 map of St. Mary's County (City is right bottom third) courtesy of the Cato Family Genealogy site.



Our Maryland's First Thanksgiving in 1634 at what became St. Mary's City signaled the start of an anomalous partnership between the Yaocomico-Piscataways and the Calvert colonists that truly benefited both populations for a relatively long period of time -- this will be the subject of a future blog and is at the heart of my research 'paper'.

(So with that teaser, I'll end by saying to hard-core Thanksgiving groupies who can't get enough -- here's your site!)

HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ALL! Since this blog was a bit heavy on the serious stuff, here's this for an 'after-dinner' treat -- if the folks at Plimoth Plantation "dot org" can have fun with Thanksgiving, so can we!


Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Casting Lines ...

This week’s research pace has been slow (I celebrated an early Thanksgiving with my two sons this past week-end since we will not be able to be together for the traditional “Turkey Day” -- and my career work has been egregiously heavy lately) – and even my meager week’s activities have not yet been productive (how un-Thanksgiving-like?!). (And now I'm having problems adding my pictures to the post -- checked the blog help, but that hasn't been productive either ... oh well, guess it's just another "learning experience" associated with this blog & class -- and it's all good. Besides, I'll try to post the pix again tomorrow... and 'guess what'!! I've just tried again, and it works!)


[My sons, Joey and Billy! Both are fly-fisherman as it happens!]

Lines cast:

* Communicated with an acquaintance who is a manager in the Maryland State Highway Administration (SHA) regarding my obtaining access to engineering archaeological records from ‘digs’ performed in connection with highway construction. Per my Maryland Historical Society research, this is a likely source for early Indian settlements’ artifacts information.

* Warm thanks to my class-mate Luke for his excellent idea to research Ft. Garrison records and history!



[Picture of Ft. Garrison Courtesy of Baltimore County Public Library]

* I’ve developed a list of sites to explore over Thanksgiving week-end, appropriately, to tie up loose ends. They include two major ancient Indian shell ‘dumps’ or "middens" at Booby and Rocky Points near the mouth of Back River and south of Gunpowder Falls; and the remains of the Piscataway settlement on the Potomac River – Capt. John Smith’s "Moyaone" town, near present-day Accokeek, MD.



[The beautiful Gunpowder -- Courtesy of DNR, State of Maryland]

* I think I’ve located a neighborhood store that has the camera-PC interface equipment I need so I no longer have to depend on finding a downtown DC camera store within the vicinity of my this-week-non-existent lunch times – the device will enable my posting site photos to the blog more easily and economically.

* My “virtual paper” outline and major themes are coming together satisfactorily, I think-hope. Nevertheless, I’m very concerned that we have to submit our final blog on December 1st, when the class does not end until December 16th. I feel very pressed for time to make that early deadline. I rather think I will have to cut back the scope of my “paper” to fit this particular class’s needs, but I fully intend to carry on with my research and continue to add to my blog-published work over the next year or so.

* I’ve been fortunate to have found (and devoured -- still thinking of Turkey Day) a monumental book “1491: New Revelations of the Americas before Columbus,” Charles C. Mann. New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 2005,that presents a number of solutions pertinent to my research including the plausible reason for the “Great Maryland Barrens” in the Baltimore environs in the 1600’s, and convincing discussions of Native American/American Indians pre-Columbian populations’ size.

* A second book find – from a quite extensive antique ‘mall’ in Hampden, discovered while waiting for Holy Frijoles to open last Sunday – is an early Maryland history, Tidewater Maryland, by Paul Wilstach, 1931, The Bobbs-Merrill Company (Indianapolis) that contains many interesting observations relating to early Indian contacts and relations with the Lords Calvert particularly our first Governor, Leonard Calvert. I’ll be using this little treasure as a source, too.



[Maryland's First Governor - Leonard Calvert! Courtesy of Archives of Maryland; Portrait by Florence MacKubin (1914), oil on canvas, 30 x 25" - Said to be after a 17th Century portrait in a private collection.]


* Finally, I’ve ordered a third book from ‘Amazin’ Amazon’, Commoners, Tribute, and Chiefs: The Development of Algonquian Culture in the Potomac Valley, by Stephen R. Potter (1993).

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Crossing the Felles



"The Sasquesahanougs are a Gyant like people
& thus atyred"




Susquehannock Warrior, Detail from 1612 Map of Virginia - Courtesy of TheLearningCurve.UK.gov

At last, have been able to enjoy a solid two days' time spent on my research! Both days (Friday and Saturday, November 6 and 7) were at the Baldwin Library of the MdHS, where I had to be nudged out of my chair at closing time (4:30 p.m.).

And also yesterday, first thing in the morning, I searched in vain for over an hour and a half up and down the Gwynns Falls Trail (map) starting at the trailhead off Washington Boulevard up to Wilkins Avenue and back -- for the marker* that describes two early Native American crossings of the stream quite close to the Inner Harbor, within approximately 2.8 miles. However, as one who has explored a lot on Reservations in Arizona with the help of Native friends, I think I was able to apply logic to the task yesterday, as well as use clues from the marker record online, and visually identified two likely places for the stream crossings.






Of Fords, Felles, and Falls - Md Historical Marker Database ~ Photo by Christopher Busta-Peck, March 18, 2008

Eastern Woodland Indians traveling on foot followed animal trails, which in turn tended to run along higher ground such as ridge tops and led down to water sources such as streams using the path of least resistance, literally. Indian trails typically were 18" - 20" wide as the Natives walked in single file to make the least disturbance, exercise stealth, and maintain silence. This pattern of movement ensured the smallest profile for safety and camouflage purposes.

When it came to stream crossings by foot, the Woodland Indians frequently chose the confluence of two flows ('flus') where there normally would be a sand bar to facilitate the ford. They also favored still water over turbulence given approximately equal depths of the water. Yes, they practiced 'common sense' then as we do now.

So that's what I looked for yesterday in the general vicinity of what had been described as the crossings in the online version of the particular marker, and that's what I think I found. I'll be developing the pictures this week and post here shortly, and let you see if you agree.

(I do think I found where the marker had stood as recently as a year ago according to the marker site directions.)

Much evidence of despoilment of the site brought up the first impression of 'how sad' that the essentially beautiful and well laid-out trail (by Frederick Law Olmsted, no less) shows modern urban degradation in that the stream banks are badly spoiled with trash and debris far more than a single storm could deposit, and there are multiple warning signs posted along the trail that the water itself is dangerous.

The park as a whole gave me an uneasy sense of danger lurking for a single woman to walk along its trails where for most of the path I was the only person in sight, even on a bright sunny Saturday morning and even with the jarring noise of I-95 week-end traffic speeding by within sight to the south of the trailhead and with the discordant din of Baltimore City trash bulldozers laboring in a dump to the north along the trail ahead.

This instinct was punctuated by separate warnings from two other solitary strollers I passed by on my way out of the park, both older gentlemen, both wielding golf clubs for protection, to the effect that I shouldn't be there alone. They noted that autumn was a relatively safer time than warmer spring and summer when the homeless-by-choice or by-dementia population and other "hobo-types" set up small camps scattered throughout the grounds. These conditions have led to various criminal activity in the park, which unfortunately occurs to greater or lesser degree year round according to hourly security patrols from the Carroll Park public golf course adjacent to the trail.

But then I thought as I more quickly made my way back to the safety of my car although this beautiful 'felles' and its banks surely were unspoiled, pristine, and even more lovely four-hundred years ago – mere "moments in time" before Captain John Smith explored the harbor** particularly the mouth of the “Bolus” (Patapsco) in 1608 -- the area probably would have been even more dangerous back then:


... Imagine encountering a small hunting party of the tall and powerfully-built Iroquois Susquehannocks moving silently through sun-dappled woods to the stream bank to cross to the deeper water of the harbor to retrieve their large canoes that had been hidden in the marsh and continue on to their next raid down the bay where their prey lived, the Algonquin Piscataways (or “Conoys - Conoois” in the Iroquois tongue).

On to the Baldwin! where I was glad to find shelter and a cheery welcome from Mr. O’Neill as I retrieved my books from where he keeps them for me on “my” cart and settle into a cozy – and safe – afternoon at the library.


 
"This portrait of Captain John Smith appeared on a 1616 map of New England. The image is colorized by Jamie May from an original engraving by Simon de Passe," courtesy of Preservation Virginia: (Hmmm... what would it have been like to come up against him on the trail!)

 


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* Maryland Historical Marker Database, online at http://www.hmdb.org/marker.asp?marker=6390:
"The Susquehannock and Algonquian Indians had long traveled through this area when Captain John Smith explored and mapped the Chesapeake Bay region in 1608 As the Susquehannocks went from Pennsylvania to the bay, they crossed the Gwynns Falls stream at two fords one near the stone pillars of the former Brunswick Street Bridge - visible from the trail - and the other near Washington Boulevard. Smith noted that the streams often tumbled over "felles" or "fells," later called falls. This stream (or falls) was named for Maryland settler Richard Gwinn, who in 1669 established a post, probably at Gwynns Run, to trade with the Indians. Gwinn made plans for a "New Town" and built a stone fort - one of the first in an ongoing series of human imprints on the landscape."


** Maryland Historical Marker Database, online at http://www.hmdb.org/marker.asp?marker=6360: “Captain John Smith visited the Patapsco River twice in 1608 after settling at Jamestown the previous year. In a 40-foot shallop, Smith and his crew were exploring the Chesapeake Bay hoping, in vain, to discover a passage to the Pacific Ocean. On the first journey they moored near the Patapsco's mouth and traveled across the Middle Branch, the basin for both the Gwynns Falls stream and the Patapsco River. They found the Patapsco navigable as far as the falls at Elkridge and placed a brass cross there to claim the valley for England. On the second trip Smith's party again anchored near the Patapsco before exploring the upper Chesapeake.”
















Wednesday, November 4, 2009

A Walk in the Park ...

How can it be November already!?

Today's abbreviated post comes at the expense of:

• The class mid-term exam writing assignment.

• My career press of business that entailed this past week a trip to the hauntingly beautiful grounds -- especially in autumn -- of the Quantico, Virginia National Cemetery.


Please consider this fact: Native Americans have the highest participation rate of any ethnic group of those who have served in the US Armed Forces protecting our country.




• A quick trip to the City of Brotherly Love where they unlovingly plan to demolish the venerable venue of the Spectrum, the site of a fabulous concert by Pearl Jam last Friday night, which I attended with my son Joey, who snapped this great picture.


• Last night’s rollicking enjoyment of “Saint Elvis” lecture at the Walters, thanks to the JHU Odyssey program.

• And, that unique experience called "Halloween in Fell's Point!" where your very own Newbie_Pointer stood rainy-night post with two of Charm City’s finest at the Aliceanna/Ann Street barricade for two hours, then later lost her cell phone due to 2MUCHFUN around the neighborhood! (Here is one anonymous MICA student's view!)




And today's post, fittingly for the new calendar month, gives special thanks to wonderful Mr. O'Neill, Research Librarian at Maryland Historical Society Baldwin Library, who has kept my Native American research-resource papers tucked away safely for my return on Friday, November 6th.


Oh, about that walk? That's 'on' for this Saturday in Gwynns Falls Trail, where I hope to spy with my own eyes two reportedly ancient Native American crossings of the falls. Wish me warm weather and no rain, please, and that I remember to take the lens cap off my also ancient Nikon SLR so I can snap something good to post here next week!