". . . But the past does not exist independently from the present. Indeed, the past is only past because there is a present, just as I can point to somethingover there only because I amhere. But nothing is inherently over there or here. In that sense, the past has no content. The past -- or more accurately, pastness -- is a position. Thus, in no way can we identify the pastas past." p. 15
". . . But we may want to keep in mind that deeds and words are not as distinguishable as often we presume. History does not belong only to its narrators, professional or amateur. While some of us debate what history is or was, others take it into their own hands." p. 153 Silencing the Past: Power and the Production of History (1995) by Michel-Rolph Trouillot
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Downrigging Weekend
Harpoon boat, 1812, and crew
Coming into Port
1812 Flag -- O Say Can You See, From Deck and From Below
View of the Eastern Shore from the Lynx deck, on the Chester River
This year's Downrigging Weekend coincided with the Star Center's for Writing the American Experience 10th anniversary, thus all these gala doings that involve us this weekend, such as the Sail on the Lynx.
We also have Halloween.
In any case it's been a Great Gathering of Professional American Hemisphere History Nerds. Could I POSSIBLY have more fun? It's hard to imagine.
Yesterday, T. Widmer's wife and son dropped by the House -- when he came to Washington College as the first director of the Starr Center, he bought this house for his family's residence. They lived here 6 years, which means Freddie grew from a little boy into adolescence here. All kinds of notes were taped to our door when we finally staggered back from dinner, from the kids Freddie grew up with in the neighborhood.
There is history firepower gathered here. Cannon are always set off when the ships come in and leave port -- and there are fireworks every night -- this is a land that loves its rockets' red glare! Thus it's natural to use such an image.
Vulpine, canine, feline, porcine & equine avatars. Gone to heaven Gone to hell Gone to jail Gone to work Gone to school Gone to lunch Gone to bed Gone to bad Gone to pee Gone to earth. Gone Gone Gone. Fox's earth is Blue Gotham City. Shorter sojourns are spent in other, more dangerous, locations.
2 comments:
Wonderful pictures! Love the 1812 flag!
This year's Downrigging Weekend coincided with the Star Center's for Writing the American Experience 10th anniversary, thus all these gala doings that involve us this weekend, such as the Sail on the Lynx.
We also have Halloween.
In any case it's been a Great Gathering of Professional American Hemisphere History Nerds. Could I POSSIBLY have more fun? It's hard to imagine.
Yesterday, T. Widmer's wife and son dropped by the House -- when he came to Washington College as the first director of the Starr Center, he bought this house for his family's residence. They lived here 6 years, which means Freddie grew from a little boy into adolescence here. All kinds of notes were taped to our door when we finally staggered back from dinner, from the kids Freddie grew up with in the neighborhood.
There is history firepower gathered here. Cannon are always set off when the ships come in and leave port -- and there are fireworks every night -- this is a land that loves its rockets' red glare! Thus it's natural to use such an image.
Love, c.
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