Friday, July 11, 2008

The Shape of Things to Come




Finding this lovely little vehicle surrounded by behemoths made me run back to the car for my camera. Right now these are a cause for pointing and comment, but eventually they will be normal.

Now if I'd just had my camera yesterday on the way home from work when four lanes of traffic were stopped by a slow, single file procession of a dozen Canada geese... They were perfectly spaced and walked so slowly I imagined it had been rehearsed to music. It looked like a moving Egyptian frieze. They completely ignored the cars. I let out a gleeful whoop and clapped my hands over my head. "You great feathered ninnyhammers! So who really owns this pavement, eh?" Around me other drivers, also stopped for the minute or so it took to complete the crossing, were grinning at each other, shaking their heads, and being put in different moods.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Valley Forge - Getting the Story Right

To me, Valley Forge meant the Continental Army in miserable winter quarters and rags, with insufficient supplies, licking its wounds after some defeats. This was the terrible nadir in the American Revolutionary story.

We toured Valley Forge during a visit with family in PA, and I found out that those six months were more important than I learned in school (the student might be at fault - I don't remember). Washington had indeed been unable to retake Philadelphia, which was held by the largest expeditionary force the British had ever put in the field - about 30000 men (so much for my impression that the British hadn't given proper attention to retaking the colonies). Washington had 12,000 troops, who were all trained in different ways in their individual colonies, and served under their individual brigadier generals. So the Continental Army did, indeed, lose at Germantown, outside Philly, because the British had superior position, force of men at arms, and training.

But Washington didn't retreat ignominiously - the army merely moved to somewhere safe for the winter, where they could still keep tabs on British movements in Philadelphia. Valley Forge was the selected location. The men divided into small squads of 12, built snug huts for their winter dwellings, and were relatively comfortable. They built earth forts at key points around the encampment, strategically placed their pooled artillery in a central area (now preserved as the Artillery Park - see photo below) so they could be rapidly deployed to any side that might be attacked, stood guard, and sent men regularly to observe the British, who were also mostly inactive during the winter months.

It is true that boredom, dampness, disease (most people still didn't understand about dysentery and the spread of disease - though they did inoculate the soldiers against small pox), ragged clothing, and low supplies took a heavy toll, along with soldier term expirations and desertion. The army shrank that winter from 12,000 to 6000. Almost no shots were fired at Valley Forge, and no real battle took place there, but thousands were lost to disease and exposure. This is the part of the story I think we all know.

What we don't hear as often, I think, is that Major General Baron Van Steuben, of Prussia, volunteered to join Washington's staff that winter and told Washington he could turn his troops into a real army in nine months. Washington told him he had three. Von Steuben wrote a new American military training manual, trained Washington's personal guard (expanded to 150 men for this purpose) and used them as trainers to train the rest of the troops, which by June of the following year had expanded to 20,000. The rewrite and retraining were essential, to create a unified set of procedures for loading, fighting, and moving in the field. Without these things, the different regiments and brigades would still have been unable to operate as a large army, and could not have resisted the large, well trained British force in battle. Von Steuben trained the new army in large maneuvers in the Grand Parade Ground, which I photographed in the panorama at the start of this post. Click to view it large, and scroll across it to get some sense of the size of this space.

Valley Forge is the story of the successful recruiting, equipping and training of the first unified American fighting force - the army that eventually won the war against tough odds. What we don't hear is this success story, which is as much the legacy of Valley Forge as are the hardships and loses of the winter. Von Steuben has a prominently placed statue in the park, and we should all know him and his story better than we do. He pulled off an amazing feat and did it in a ridiculously short time. General Nathaniel Greene is another hero of Valley Forge. He's famous for his battles, but just as important was his nearly magical ability with supplies once he was (reluctantly) put in charge of the commissary in February. Supplies began to get to the troops, who would otherwise have disbanded, ending the conflict in Britain's favor.

And speaking of unsung heroes, we also learned that about 400 of the 20,000 listed army personnel at Valley Forge were women, some of whom stayed with the army for the entire eight years of conflict and earned their own pensions after the war. They did the endless laundry, mended clothing, cooked, and in battlefields would scavenge the dead and wounded British for supplies and clothes for their men (a red coat could be easily dyed brown), and even sometimes went into battle in their men's clothes when their men were too sick to fight.

Martha Washington also played a role, visiting George in all eight of his winter encampments, traveling at considerable risk from Virginia each year, as far as Massachusetts. She entertained the officer's wives, was a good influence on the troops in general, and helped maintain social normalcy in the camps.

See Moomin Light's post on our trip and on Valley Forge, here. Learn about women's "stays."

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Maple Seed Nose

Did you do this when you were little? We had one of these maple trees on our playground, and in late spring we all ran around with these stuck on our noses. My youngest and my niece thought it was weird and funny. They wanted me to add another, and have two at once - but my nose is too wide to hold them for long, now.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Gender Gap - Painting

Four incarnations later (and as many layers of paint), this emerged. This comes of a whole series of things that have been going on around me.

Several people I know are expecting their first baby, and the guys are doing their best to be mentally prepared, but they know it's all unreal until after the baby comes home.

I also feel lately that our primary state is separation at a deep level, divided by an uncrossable gap or river from everyone else, and we spend our lives bridging those gaps imperfectly. That's what we're here for, I think - to build those bridges anyway - relationships. The hands, the birds, the similarity of the roofs or awnings - all bridges.

And finally, I have always felt that the gaps between people take on some special qualities between men and women. I don't want to debate where this comes from - society or biology or... the images just came to me and fit. At a party recently I was in the kitchen talking to the women (about kids, parenting, food, etc.) and I got a couple of funny looks from the guys 'round the pool table in the other room, until I moved in there. The cat, coffee pot, and window with curtains feel like female and home to me (I like it there) - and the dog and the open space on the other side feel more male (I like that, too). The woman being pregnant made the gap seem wider to me, as does the age of the figures. I feel the gap closes somewhat (or at least becomes a more familiar feature of a couple's landscape) as they get older and grow together. At least that's been my experience of it.

The dog became a boxer because of stories about a disabled vet (Afghanistan front) who is traveling round the country with a boxer during the summer after his first year of med school. I've known some lovely lady boxers and lady boxer owners, but they always seem like a quintessential "guy's" dog to me.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Happy Independence Day - 300th Post

This is the kind of shower that settled in for long rainy evenings both yesterday and today, postponing our cul de sac fireworks event. Maybe next weekend...

Happy July 4th to everyone.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Indoor Outdoor

You can tell what time of year it is by the drop in blog traffic everywhere. Everyone is outside. Later, when it gets hot and people are tired of it, they'll get back online in the AC.

I have a new painting that might be done. It's the fourth incarnation for this piece of paper - pretty tough life it's had so far.

My next post will be my 300th. Seems like no time at all.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Grounds for Sculpture - Sampler

This is my last post on the Grounds for Sculpture in Hamilton, NJ. This is a sampler of some of my favorites from the over 200 pieces in the gardens. I would say the average sculpture size in the park is more than 6 feet in most dimensions. Some are considerably larger, up to 30 feet or more.

The map and key to the park make it tough to match title and artist back to your photos later, so I'm going to let you explore the web link above, and click on artists in the "collection" link to see various pieces for yourself - including, perhaps, some of these here.

The moment I saw this I knew it was about gossip. Sure enough, that's the title. The piece is larger than life and all black. It was in the courtyard of the cafe by the water gardens. I'm always impressed when someone captures an abstract concept or a verb so well in a still piece.

This playful piece was real ladder and real dumpster sized. It made me grin the minute I saw it. Of course you can read a message into it...

This piece was in an intimate courtyard space, and it's only about three feet tall. We all liked it. It reminds me of a particular decorative style of illustration which always gives me the feeling of peace and quiet.

This piece, which is over eight feet tall and considerably longer than that, shared a large open space with several others (you can see some in the background). The red sections moved in the wind. I've always loved mobiles of any kind.

These guys were life size, with the sculpture built into one section of a longer wall.


This is Red Grooms' homage to Henry Moore, a famous English sculptor of the mid 20th century, and a favorite of mine since art school. Grooms calls this Henry Moore in a Sheep Meadow. Read more here. I recall it being about eight feet tall.