Thursday, November 22, 2012

Thankful

When I sat down to write today, I had a couple of ideas about what to write.  Each of them has merit and will eventually show up, but today is about being thankful, about giving thanks.  It is about tradition and about recognizing that we can't make it in this world by ourselves.  The Pilgrims definitely knew something about that.  Today I think that it would be much harder for one of us to walk a mile in their shoes, than for one of them to walk in ours.




Today, Thanksgiving is all about getting together with family and celebrating all the things that have happened in the last year.  We eat until we cannot move, then having some pumpkin pie.  In 1620 when the Pilgrims arrive on the shores of what is now Massachusetts, they had no idea what they had gotten themselves into.  One of the passengers on the Mayflower, William Mullins, brought along 126 pairs of shoes and 13 pairs of boots.  Now, maybe he intended to open a shoe store, I hope he didn't plan on wearing them all.

They arrived in November of 1620.  November.  One month before winter really takes hold, but well into cold and flu season.  They wait out the winter on the Mayflower and in March of 1621 they wandered onto the shore.  They were starving.  Only two people die during the voyage, 50 more die after they reach the shore, while they wait out the winter.  If you have ever seen the paintings of well fed Pilgrims wearing buckle shoes and clean smocks, forget that.  Think dirty faced concentration camp survivors in crushed stovepipe hats.

The Pilgrim Illusion.


When they get off the boat they were greeted by an Abenaki Indian who speaks English.

Ok, so history is too often looked at as a foregone conclusion.  We look back on the events that shape who we are and we, kind of say "Yup, of course, that is how it was supposed to happen."  Well, there is no "supposed to happen."  Nothing about what we do, or anyone does is a foregone conclusion.  When you leave your family and spend 66 days on a ship with 101 other people, heading to a place that nobody you know is familiar with, the last thing you expect is a guy on the other side who speaks your language.  Thank goodness an English explorer captured Squanto, forced him into slavery, which he escaped from, returned to his tribe where he taught them english.  He might as well have been a time traveler carefully placed there to make sure that the Pilgrims survive.

The Mayflower was a three or four masted ship that was about 90 feet long.  30 yards.  Stand on the goal line of a football field and have someone else stand on the 30 yard line.  Now have 100 more people stand between the two of you.  Now add 30 other crew members some pigs, goats, chickens, (poultry - this could have been ducks.) cats, birds and at least one Bull Mastiff.  The ship was 24 feet wide, it was built to ship freight, not people.  The Pilgrims spent the trip on the second level of the ship rarely coming up on deck.  The ceiling is 5' 6" from the floor, not that the settlers were very tall, but the space is small and there are a lot of people (and animals) in there.  There is no running water, very little light and the food consists of salted meat and beer.

Our closest comparison is the transatlantic airline flight.  We have to wait for hours to cue up and sit with hundreds of other people for several hours and listen to the drone of the jet engines.  We share a common small bathroom... bathroom?

When we think about history we talk about the specifics.  The size of the ship, the number of people, the time it took to get to the New World, but there is so much that we cannot measure or imagine.  102 people in that tight space, can you imagine the smell?  Now, they were used to open sewers and horses in the streets and living in tenement buildings in England and Holland, but even to those standards, this was bad.  Sometimes when you look at the simple petty things that we complain about, it puts things in perspective.  It makes you appreciate how powerful the human spirit can be.  The Pilgrims made it across the ocean in these cramped quarters, but their trip was an investment firm boondoggle compared to what the slaves would endure over the following century.  

On November 11th 1620 the Mayflower landed on what is now Provincetown, Massachusetts.  Today this town is a quiet beach community of artists and tourist shops.  It is well known for its acceptance of individuals in the alternative lifestyle community.  (Perhaps Mr. Mullins and his shoes were ahead of his time.)  Growing up, my family used to vacation in Cape Cod.  We would take day trips to P-town.  I remember the town for the Army-Navy surplus store and a restaurant that had the best banana-walnut pancakes I have ever eaten.  I have tried over and over again to make them, but have never been able to pull it off.

The world that we enhabit and the town that is P-town would be such an alien world to the Pilgrims.  They came to this continent to be able to worship as they pleased.  They wanted the opportunity to succeed on their own terms and they were willing to take risks to get there.  If we took a group of them and put them in today's world how would they react?  Would they be completely terrified by what they find?  I think that they would figure it out.  Even the hardest backwoodsman quickly gets used to the idea of a warm shower, a full belly and the enticing glow of the television.  It might be the devil at first, but in time, it will be the devil they like and justify.  Don't we?

Even with all of our knowledge of the world and perspective of history, I think we would have a much more difficult time adjusting to 1620 New England.  No toilets, toilet paper, hot water, (purified water for that matter), Dri-fit athletic wear, antibiotics...

I have allergies, the idea of being in the small space with the animals and people would have killed me.  I am having a sympathy asthma attack right now as I type.

So, 392 years after the Pilgrims piled into a tiny ship and ventured across the ocean to this continent I am thankful that they took that chance.  I am thankful for each and every person between now and then that blindly bounded on behind them, knowingly, and unknowingly pursuing what amounts to be the same goal.  They were not perfect, but they wanted to build a better life.  They wanted to be somewhere where their kids could have a better life.  I know that is what I want and I am proud to bound on.


Sunday, November 18, 2012

Unexpected Insight

 The photo is of dragon fly larve and a baby clam.  Did you know that a dragonfly will grow from this state to a full grown dragonfly over the course of two or more years?  They have these enormous pinchers on their heads.  They can eat other bugs and animals that are as much as twice there size.  

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The clam is a freshwater clam.  It is found in the upper Chesapeake Bay.  We were not sure if it was an indigenous clam or of the asian variety.  Clams like this used to cover the floor of the upper bay and its tributaries.  Today, they are hard to find and even harder to find alive.  When clams reproduce hundreds of thousands of eggs are released into the water and fertilized.  Most of the eggs are eaten or die on the floor of the river or wetland.  Some float in the water and attach themselves to freshwater eels.  The clams live in the slime of the eels until they are big enough to fend for themselves.  This relationship is little understood, but the effects of it's success have a huge impact on the health of the Chesapeake Bay and it's tributaries.  

I have never been someone to jump onto the environmental reactionary, feel good bandwagon, but learning about this relationship and the impact that it has on a place that I love was penetrating.  We know very little about how this all takes place, but the job that the clam performs, filtering the sediment at the bottom of our waterways, is very important to us and the environment as a whole.  If nothing else, we should do what we can to see these processes succeed because we do not know what the effect is.

Okay.  So, I can hear people now, "You have no idea how this relationship affects anything and you want to turn over thousands of peoples lives on something we know nothing about."  I'm not asking that.  I'm asking that people just pay a little bit more attention.  I'm asking that people seek answers and take interest in the work of people who are trying to figure things out.  Each little bit ads up.

I think that we should do it because we humans, are good at solving problems.  Because we are good at rising to a challenge and because we want the world to be a better place for our kids.  If something so small can have such a big impact on our lives, what other things are we affecting that we don't know about?

I have never been one to make any statement about the environment.  I have never put my neck out to support any environmental cause, but I am a big fan of thinking things through.  I am a big fan of doing things in an intelligent manner.  I love innovation and I think that we have an opportunity to do smart things and innovate in a way that is not just about the latest iPhone.  It is a challenge, a challenge worth taking on.

My story is better than yours.

My story is better than yours.
And so it is told.
Nope.  You were wrong.

I posted this on Facebook a couple of weeks ago.  It got no "likes".

This is not a statement from me about my story telling ability.

It is a verse describing so many conversations that I find myself in these days.  So many people who just want to get their story told that they hardly even notice that you are there.  I can't say that I am exempt from this routine, but I do make an effort to withdrawal myself when I am sucked in.

The sweetest sound to anyone's ear is the sound of their own name, and nothing builds one's self image like having more stories to tell then the person you are speaking to.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Day 1...


This is not the first time that I have attempted a blog.  It probably will not be the last.  I have this need to write about life, but then life gets in the way.  I am going to try again. Here goes...

Today, my son and I were out playing in the yard.  He smacked the baseball almost to the street and as I turned to chase it I heard his laugh.  It was a full on belly laugh.  Pure joy.  He ran and panted and laughed; I slowed my run down just to make him have to run all the bases.  I didn't want his laughter to stop.  It made me warm inside.  I chased him down at home plate and he dove on the ground rolling in the mud and leaves. He seemed so carefree and in turn, so was I.

I remember a time when I was a kid.  I was about 11 years old.  I was riding with my Dad in the car.  We were on one of his road trips for work.  I had been talking his ear off.  He turned to me and said that I was really getting to be fun to hang around with.  At the time, it made me happy to hear this.  I was at that age where I was just starting to have an opinion and was happy that there was someone to listen to me.

That trip was the first Dad and Larry time that I can remember.  For a long time he traveled a lot.  He worked for an oil company building gas stations up and down the east coast.  I think back on that time in my life a lot, and it has a lot to do with the dad that I am today.  I don't remember a time when my Dad was not around, but I remember how great it was when he was around.

Thinking back on that today, I was struck by that statement, "...you are really getting to be fun to hang around with."  Was there a time that I was not fun to hang around with?  Maybe I was a little a-hole.  (There are some that would say no, but I grew up to be a big one.)  The idea of that transition from not fun to hang around with, to fun to hang around with stuck me as funny.  All at once I laughed at the idea, then could understand that moment where you relate to your child.  I have always looked at my kids as fun to hang out with, but there are moments where I don't "get" them.  When that happens sometimes I think crap, I've lost them.  Then reality steps in.  I am not always going to understand them, they do not want me to understand them all the time, but no matter what, I love them.