Tuesday 25 March 2014

The Village Garden

By Elizabeth King

Yesterday marks the beginning of new life for 2014 in the Village – we ordered our seeds for the gardens!
Every year the Village orders vegetable and flower seeds from The Cottage Gardener Heirloom Seedhouse, a nursery in Newtonville, Ontario (www.cottagegardener.com). We love their seeds – as they offer heritage varieties of vegetables and flowers that haven’t been contaminated by modern agricultural science. They are a perfect fit, for our historical gardens.

Here is just a sampling of what you will see in our gardens this year:
• Long Island Cheese Winter Squash Catalogue Cover
• Table Queen Bush Acorn Squash
• Black Valentine Bean
• Country Gentleman Sweet Corn
• Purple Top White Globe Turnip
• Small Sugar Pumpkin
• Oak Leaf Green Lettuce
• Scarlet Nantes Carrot
• Bull’s Blood Beet
• Morning Glory – “Grandpa Ott”
• Sweet Pea “Old Spice Mix”
• Sunflower “Heirloom Mix”

Small Sugar PumpkinsTurnips   Scarlet Nantes Carrots
 
 





Above: Small Sugar Pumpkins, Turnips and Scarlet Nantes Carrots
Fitzpatrick Garden

Seasonal staff member Carol, as well as a small group of volunteers, oversee the gardens, and ensure that we have a fresh vegetable supply to sample throughout the season, flowers to use in our natural dye pots and a plentiful harvest in the fall. Many of our harvest vegetables go into a delicious soup that is served to our volunteers at our fall events!


Gardens 2  Gardens 3  Gardens 1
 
 
 




Above: Images of the gardens in progress at Lang Pioneer Village Museum

If you want to get involved – planting, watering, weeding or harvesting – give us a call for more information. We would love the help!

I don’t know about you – but I can’t wait to get my hands in the dirt!

Elizabeth King is the Administrative/Volunteer Coordinator at Lang Pioneer Village Museum.  She has been working at the Village since May of 2009.  Elizabeth is passionate about history, costuming, reading, vegan culinary crusades and environmental pursuits. When she isn’t in the middle of a project at Lang, she is 
often found with her head in the clouds.

Tuesday 18 March 2014

A Light Bulb Moment

By Rhonda Akey

Early in 2012, our Museum Specialist, Audrey Caryi, mentioned a pending donation of a light bulb to me a few times before the donation actually arrived. Every time she mentioned the donation, she specifically stated that the light bulb was made in 1918. Now, I’ve grown up with light bulbs my entire life, but never have I seen one with a date on it. So I was curious how Audrey knew that, in fact, this light bulb was produced in 1918. Was it a particular design only used in that year? Or maybe light bulbs had some sort of stamp that could identify the year they were produced? At any rate, I shrugged off my curiosity, comforted by the knowledge that all would be revealed when it was donated.

1918 Light Bulb
Finally, the day arrived when I came in one morning to find our first accession of the 2012 sitting on my desk. The bulb was securely packaged in a shoe box, padded by tissue and came with a note from the donor. I picked up the letter and read in sullen shock the following story supplied by the donor:

“…On May 15, 1918, the light in the kitchen burned out and my grandfather stood on a chair to remove the burned bulb and replace it with a new one. There was a defect in the wiring. He was electrocuted and died still holding the new bulb.

The light bulb passed to my father and, after his death, to me. Even though we knew it was not this bulb that had caused my grandfather’s death, superstition ruled. It wasn’t until the late 1960’s that, for the first time in fifty years, the bulb was tested. To everyone’s surprise it still worked.”

To say I was gob smacked after reading the above story would be an understatement- and maybe a bit creeped out too. This was not what I expected for an explanation on how to identify a 1918 light bulb! At any rate, there written in this profound letter, was my answer to the dating of this light bulb.

What I would eventually come to realize is that many of our artifacts have a reason they have been kept for so long. Sometimes they were simply a part of someone’s household that never made it to the discard pile. Other artifacts, like our now infamous light bulb, were kept for very personal reasons.

I have since found other examples in our collection. A child’s outfit and toy that was lovingly tucked away after a mother lost her young child. A near-perfect wool blanket that came from the trousseau of a donor’s great aunt who had sadly remained a spinster due to personal family circumstances and after the great aunt’s passing, the trousseau was divided between the young girls in the family.

Sadly, these personal stories are rarely shared in our Museum setting. The artifacts are accepted for the story that they represent in the history of Peterborough County, as defined by our Museum’s mandate. Nonetheless, I hope that sharing this story may make you stop and think about the objects you see on display the next time you visit a museum. If they could tell their own story, what amazing history would those objects reveal?


Rhonda Akey is the Records Management Intern at Lang Pioneer Village Museum. She has been working and/or volunteering at the Village since September of 2010. Rhonda is fascinated by all things historic – and loves to share the neat tidbits she discovers behind the scenes in the Lang Pioneer Village Museum collection with everyone.

Tuesday 11 March 2014

A 19th Century Lesson

By Rhonda Akey

Like any job, there are monotonous jobs that require our attention in a museum. Changing the paper in the monitors that record fluctuations in temperature and relative humidity is one of them. But it doesn’t prevent us from having a bit of fun sometimes. So for kicks and giggles, one day, the conservator and I decided to do a little snooping in the archives after performing said job.

Curious, we started to look around at some of the books and discovered an interesting little hard covered book entitled “Lessons on Houses, Furniture, Food and Clothing” printed in London, England in 1849. Truthfully, I thought the book was an instruction manual, but was surprised to discover that it was, in fact, a lesson book for young children. The content was much more simplistic in nature than one might imagine from the title. Regardless, the book was intriguing and we flipped through a few chapters reading what they had to say about such subjects as “How to Build a House”. To give you an idea of how simplistic the book is, the first sentence states “Houses are built of bricks, mortars, tiles, slates, stone, wood, and iron.” Now read that line again and imagine some stodgy English nobleman reading to his gathered children about the ways of the world as they sat in front of a warm fire and you get the vision that I see in my head as I read the excerpts.

Lessons on Houses, Furniture,Food & Clothing Cover    Lessons on Houses, Furniture,Food & Clothing Inside Front Cover








Images of the book "Lessons on Houses, Furniture, Food & Clothing"
 
Of course, we flipped through some of the chapters, reading small excerpts to see what the author had to say about various subjects. “Lesson XI. Lighting a Fire” naturally caught my attention. The reality is that I can’t imagine educating my own child about how to light a fire. I know very few parents who don’t keep the matches and lighters out of reach. Nevertheless, the 19th century was a much different time, so we were curious about what they had to say. The exert states as follow:

Lesson XI- Lighting a Fire
“The Common method of obtaining fire is by striking flint and steel together, and thus producing a shower of sparks. By the violence of the striking, small portions of the flint and steel fly off; the particles of the steel burn in passing through the air, and form the sparks. These set fire to the tinder, or burnt linen; from which, on applying a match dipped in sulphur, we easily obtain a flame, as sulphur readily takes fire.
In countries where the above use of flint, steel and sulphur is unknown, savages light their fires by rubbing together two pieces of wood; in doing which much time is lost. The saving of time by lighting a match, therefore, shows the advantages of a civilized country, like that in which we live, over countries where the arts are unknown.”

Say what? Did you just read that right? I assure you I was completely caught off guard by this blunt reality. There, in black and white print, was the superior attitude of the British in the Victorian era, as dictated in a lesson book for their children. I always knew that this attitude existed. All we need to look at is the history of our neighbours to the south. Not only did they systematically slaughter most of the Natives community, the biggest event of the 19th century was a civil war about slavery.

So why was it less predominant in our Canadian history? Allow yourself a moment to imagine that you are a “civilized” British pioneer that has just come to Upper Canada in the 1840s, having been taught the above lessons as a young child. As a best case scenario, you arrive at your plot of land in early spring. You discover that it is nothing more than a virgin forest, which is not what you were told back in Great Britain (though that is another story altogether). You set to work clearing the land, all while under attack by a cloud of vicious black flies. After weeks of back-breaking work, during which you have accumulated a mass of welts all over your body, you do your best to plant a garden and build a structure that will shelter you from the elements. You are blissfully unaware of just how brutal the Canadian winter will be. Winter sets in earlier then you may have anticipated and you only have a scant amount of food stored away. Your garden hadn’t produced near enough food for the long winter ahead.

About mid-winter, you stand outside chopping more fire wood, in sub-zero temperatures and three or more feet of snow. Your food stores have quickly dwindled and you are starving. Then you notice a nice, healthy looking “savage” merrily walking by. He’s wearing funny shoes strapped to his feet that allow his to walk on top of the snow and he is carrying some rabbits in his hand. You begin to imagine how delicious rabbit stew would taste right now. You’re hungry, cold and downright desperate. Now imagine having to ask these “savages” for help in order to survive because you have no idea how to hunt and survive in this harsh new climate. There’s nothing like a good old Canadian winter to curtail a superiority complex from a person. Nonetheless, I’m sure there are many graves of long-forgotten men that couldn’t swallow their pride and ask for help from a “savage”.

We know from the books of Catherine Parr Traill, a well-bred British woman who came to live in Lakefield, Ontario as an early 19th-Century pioneer, that this is one of the ways she learned to survive in the Backwoods of Ontario. That must have been one big pill to swallow, and a huge lesson in humility. Good thing those “savages” were willing to overlook the ignorance of these “civilized” British folk and lend them a helping hand.

May this also be a lesson to all of us about keeping an open mind about cultures, traditions or lifestyles of which we are unfamiliar with. They may not be as forgiving to our ignorance as the First Nations communities once were.



Rhonda Akey is the Records Management Intern at Lang Pioneer Village Museum. She has been working and/or volunteering at the Village since September of 2010. Rhonda is fascinated by all things historic – and loves to share the neat tidbits she discovers behind the scenes in the Lang Pioneer Village Museum collection with everyone.

Tuesday 4 March 2014

The Road Less Travelled- The Lord Drummond Story

By Rhonda Akey

The ability to date a donated artifact is not always as easy as it may appear. Often the donor knows little about the artifact, other than possibly the fact it belonged to a family member and that they had it a “long time”. This also holds true of family photographs that date from the late 19th and early 20th century. If we’re lucky, the person or place may be identified by the donor or noted by someone on the back of the photo but oftentimes, we can only surmise when the photograph was actually taken.

Recently, while documenting a collection of photographs, I noticed that a portion of a newspaper had been used to back a photograph that had been framed. A naturally curious person, I wondered if this cut portion from a newspaper might help me “date” the photograph. After all, newspapers are by nature, disposable, and are not usually held onto for very long in the average household. On the other hand, there are obvious flaws in this thinking. Perhaps the photograph was framed years after it was taken. Or maybe this family happened to have a very old paper hanging about that they scrounged up to use for this frame. Nevertheless, it still provided a timeframe of which we wouldn’t normally have had the newspaper not been encapsulated in the frame along with the picture.

Photograph Being DatedSide 1 of the Newspaper Used as BackingSide 2 of the Newspaper Used as Backing










Images of the photo being dated and both sides of the newspaper used to back the photograph.

Of course, the easiest way to date the paper is to look at the date printed along the header. However, the portion that had been cut to use within the frame did not have the printed date and well, that wouldn’t have made for a very interesting story. Next I scanned through the stories looking for a date that would state when the paper was printed. As luck would have it, the only date in the entire piece, either side, was noted in an obituary notice that stated Sir John A. MacDonald’s son, John MacDonald, died in Lancaster, Ontario on July 25th, 1887. Well, that was interesting…and a start. But the wording left me wanting more solid proof that, in fact, the paper was printed just after this date.

John McDonald ObituaryImage of the obituary notice for John McDonald.

Next I scoured the newspaper for stories that may have been picked up from another area. I could then look online to see if I could find out when those stories happened from another archival source, such as another newspaper. My first attempt was a story about a group of politicians from one of the states being arrested for not providing proper upkeep on some low income rental property owned by the town. The politicians paraded in handcuffs through the town to the jailhouse. Though it would have been interesting to learn what happened, politics made sure that this story was quietly swept under the rug. I could find no information about this event from any other sources.
Undeterred, I tried another story entitled “A True Nobleman: Lord Drummond’s Heroism and Fidelity”. A quick internet search turned up exactly what I was hoping for and more. A similar story had been published in the New York Times entitled “Lord Drummond’s Story; It Ended Yesterday in Trinity Churchyard. He Preferred Poverty and Life with the Women he Loved to Title and Station”. The online archival file, which included the entire story printed in the N.Y. Times, was dated August 7, 1887. Not only was I successful in confirming the date of the newspaper, I then had the privilege to read about the scandalous life of Lord Drummond.

A True Nobleman
Image of the "A True Nobleman" article.

Though I highly suggest reading the story for yourself, I will attempt to give you a quick version of the highlights to tempt your curiosity. Lord Drummond was born in Scotland to an English Noble family. After his parents died while he was still in infancy, he went to live with his grandmother. His grandmother was ill for most of his life, and as was typical of the time, Drummond was raised by the hired help. As a young man, Drummond fell in love with his grandmother’s nurse, a lady which was six or seven years his senior. When Drummond was 14 years old, his grandmother died. The young nurse convinced Drummond that in order for them to stay together, they must run away together. They bought passage to America, using false names, and ended up in New York. Drummond was able to find employment and eventually the two married and had a daughter together. However, hard times meant they lived a very impoverished life but they were happy to be together. He approached his family, back in England, asking for their help. His family said they would be happy to help, but under the condition that he leave this unacceptable woman and return home. Drummond refused and chose to remain with his love. Eventually, Drummond became ill and could not work. He again approached his family begging for their help. Again they stipulated that they would help under the previously stated conditions. Drummond refused to leave, choosing poverty with his love over his rightful title and station. He died of consumption on August 6th, 1887, leaving behind his beloved wife and daughter.

If you wish to read the full story, you may find it at the following link:

I hope you find this story as fascinating as I have. You just never know where you will end up when you choose to follow a road less travelled. But I’m glad I did.


Rhonda Akey is the Records Management Intern at Lang Pioneer Village Museum. She has been working and/or volunteering at the Village since September of 2010. Rhonda is fascinated by all things historic – and loves to share the neat tidbits she discovers behind the scenes in the Lang Pioneer Village Museum collection with everyone.