Books I’ve Known And Loved

Why history should be written for the masses.

Why history should be written for the masses.

Men and women of integrity, listen up! The popular opinion that most Americans during the Gilded Age were stealing land and involved in corrupt schemes has some holes in it. Maybe not too many–but some. Enter Washington and Emily Roebling. I’ve introduced them to you before from The Great Bridge, but damn they’re good.

It’s over a hundred years after their incredible life’s work was completed and they manage to make me want to be a better person. If you read only one chapter in the book go to the one about Emily because it’s not just about her, it’s about THEM. Talk about adorable couples! They even kick each others shins under tables for fun. After only six weeks Washy proposed to Emily with a diamond ring (he was still in the army, in uniform–sigh). She said yes.

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There’s a few pages of this sweet stuff. Cynics, step away from me. I love this!

Now the book is about a bridge. Ho-hum and all–but not so. I tried to build a puppet stage with Elmer’s Glue once and even I came away with at least a vague sense of how the Brooklyn Bridge was put together and it was strangely very interesting (my husband the engineer glanced over at me shaking his head with a smile at my sudden obsession with bridges–after railroads).

And then of course there were scandals and hurt feelings. I kept waiting for the terrible shoe to fall–the one that said Washy took bribes or cut corners–but the exact opposite happened. I was treated to that rare ennobling feeling you get when you’re in the presence of people who live with great integrity and compassion. Washington, how is it that through every set back and through every horribly painful moment of your protracted illness that you stayed so decent?

Emily had something to do with it. She married a lively, strong and intelligent young man and now 14 years later he was irritable and housebound and still 100% in charge of the building of one of the greatest bridges in the world. He wrote that at one point he considered giving up. His physical and mental anguish too much, but then his best friend, Emily stepped in. She didn’t take over, but she refused to let him give up. She stayed with him night and day. Made certain that their house remained a refuge and made certain that despite what must have been a very heart-breaking turn of events that he knew that she loved him and admired him.

His mind–a brilliant one–worked overtime. His vision had turned against him so she wrote out his long, detailed orders and plans–pages and pages in her fine hand–every day for YEARS!. She read him the papers and became his eyes and feet traveling to the bridge site to report back what she saw as the many workers looked on admiringly.

I’ll never build a bridge, but I do have a marriage. I wonder sometimes if I would be self-sacrificing if something happened to my engineer. I’m not really known for my compassion and after reading about Emily’s devotion and even the way Washy didn’t just throw his hands up when wrongly accused of scandal but fought the good fight I wonder what sort of person I really am. We’re all always told were basically good, but am I really?

This is not the time to step in and tell me I am. We’ve been programmed to do that even with our kids when they suck at soccer. And it’s getting worse (maybe it was always this way). If every person’s way is as good as the next guy then there really is no need for history or religion or morality or excellence. We’re all just going to die anyway. Isn’t watching kids play soccer just as good as watching the World Cup? I wouldn’t know. I like American football.

Integrity, graciousness, self-sacrifice and abiding love often lead to lives of suffering and depth and in all of that is a gift to the world. When you stand next to or read about a hero there’s a bracing excitement, a thrill and wonder. I don’t know why but it makes you look at your own work differently. It makes you look at love differently.

People like the Roeblings should be our heroes, should be on t-shirts and coffee mugs. I know there’s going to be a movie and the Harry Potter guy is going to play dear Washington (ugh). I probably won’t go see it, but I will recommend you read this book.

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Engineers Are Sexy

Young Washington at about the time he would have been attending RPI

Young Washington at about the time he would have been attending RPI

You remember Emily Warren Roebling from last week, don’t you? The woman who helped build the Brooklyn Bridge? Turns out her husband Washington Roebling was quite the catch. He may look like your average fair-to-middling college student here but he managed to master nearly one hundred different courses, including:

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Whew. Now this may not have been the thing that sparked Emily’s interest. Did I mention he was a war hero as well? His father John Roebling, a stern and steely-eyed famous engineer, complained about having Washington still under his roof. Washington enlisted for New Jersey the next morning.

Nice jacket, Washy. It suits you.

Nice jacket, Washy. It suits you.

Washington confessed to his sister that he was totally smitten with Emily the first time he spotted her at an officers’ ball. He confessed to Emily Warren that at college a classmate had succumbed to the terrible strain of the engineering course load, confessed his “different” kind of love for Washington and when Washington explained that the feelings were not mutual the classmate killed himself.

After the war he rejoined his father in business and took over when his father died of tetanus after losing his toes in a bridge building accident (I did not know your brain is still fully functioning even as you writhe around in severe pain). Obviously, the Brooklyn Bridge was a smashing success.

But here’s why engineers are sexy: They complete things. They stay around. They fix things. They’re always plotting something (this adds to the mystery). As in all professions talents can be used for good or evil. Washington was good. A good son, a good husband, a good boss (he was generally liked), a good father and a good–no–a great engineer. Success is sexy.

Here’s how reading and life inform writing: First I wrote The House on Tenafly Road and needed a pair of bratty boy twins. Buck Crenshaw was one of them. I visited West Point and Buck suddenly became a cadet. I liked the military side of it and ignored the engineering side for a long time. I met my second husband who’s ex-military and an engineer . . . and randomly started reading about great engineering feats of the 19th century. My husband’s a keeper. Buck Crenshaw, also a  keeper and good for you Emily Warren! Washington was damned sexy.

* Stories about Washington come from David McCullough’s book The Great Bridge

Can We All Agree That Public Schools Are For Indoctrination?

Homework, Winslow Homer

Homework, Winslow Homer

I get that bullying is bad and I get that intolerance is bad but can we get back to learning, please? But then public schools have never really been that simple, have they? We as humans have agendas. We want either a Godly people, or a people who tolerate what we want them to or a people who avoid thinking altogether.

Thinking is not for everyone. Some people haven’t a blessed clue how to do it. It seems heartless to say, but some of those people become teachers. They are the best agenda followers because they often have knee-jerk reactions to rules they don’t understand but love to enforce.

When a student in my daughter’s 3rd grade class was sent to the principal for telling the other kids that Jesus loved them I thought it was an isolated incident of a teacher being a dumb ass. But then a similar thing happened a few years later in a different one of my kid’s classes in a different state and I witnessed it.

Kids, please don't look at the top two pictures--they're inappropriate.

Kids, please don’t look at the top two pictures–they’re inappropriate.

This time a kid was told he wasn’t allowed to mention God when a guest speaker mentioned Mother Nature. And then there was the anti-bullying thing in the high school where my kids were counseled that if a kid at a different table in the lunchroom is talking about religion and it offends you then it’s bullying and should be reported to the authorities. The authorities?

All this while teachers stomp their feet and bemoan the ignorance of parents who dare question what books are being studied in English. If a teacher warns the students in her class that the material may be sexually explicit and possibly inappropriate, why does she not wonder why she can’t find a different book that teaches her agenda? If a kid wants something inappropriate he can always go to the library.

Let’s not pretend we aren’t agenda driven. It’s embarrassing. Some people teach because they get summers off, some do it because they love kids and learning and some do it because they think they’re going to change the world to their liking. Earnest hypocrisy is still hypocrisy.

 

“I don’t believe in colleges and universities. I believe in libraries because most students don’t have any money. When I graduated from high school, it was during the Depression and we had no money. I couldn’t go to college, so I went to the library three days a week for 10 years.” Ray Bradbury

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Soaking up words in close quarters.

Soaking up words in close quarters.

After a month of turmoil, unemployment, sick animals, writing dead-ends and slugs on the potato plants, I’m itching to spend a glorious day out of the heat at the public library to peruse files of long forgotten people, steal their spirits and bring them home with that satisfied feeling that I’ve learned something. Even as the world goes mad and evil takes strong footholds, something in us  produces books and free libraries.

How about you? What’s your fondest memory of a public library?

Smiles and Books

Smiles and Books

“People can lose their lives in libraries. They ought to be warned.” Saul Bellow

http://mentalfloss.com/article/51788/62-worlds-most-beautiful-libraries

‘With your bodies between your knees’

Middlemay Farm:

“The conscience of public school-boys is rarely dangerously sensitive”

Originally posted on Actonbooks:

Eager to sample the recently unveiled Spectator archive, which is cheeringly welcoming to all (pro tem), not skulking behind the palings of some pay wall, I came across this chorus of Floreat Etona in an article published in the summer of 1875. Entitled Parliament and the Eton Boys, it speaks across the centuries, both for and against the present Eton cabal in the UK government.

The conscience of public school-boys is rarely dangerously sensitive. The public life, the out-door healthy amusements, the contempt for cowardice, the high repute of physical courage and strength, the habituation to ridicule, the sharp collisions of wills, all tend to make a public schoolboy earlier fit for public life than almost any other kind of boy in the middle or upper classes of England.”

One of the great advantages of our Public Schools is the manliness—we may say, in a…

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