February 9, 2010

Reconsidering the blog’s purpose

I have been thinking about the blog and how I can redefine its purpose. So far, it has mostly been about classic books and the homes of classic authors. I recently read a book about an English professor who develops early-onset Alzheimer’s disease. As a  nurse specializing in geriatrics and dementia, the topic interested me. Plus, I am working on becoming an English professor.

I read the book in one sitting.

I thought about posting a review of the book, but held back because it isn’t part of the literary canon. Why did I create this constraint? Well, it is foolish… so I am abandoning it!

From this point forward, I will write about anything that has to do with books, my schooling and literary travels. One of the reasons my posts have not been frequent is that I felt I should only write when I had something significant about which to write. This could very well be the death of my blog. Readers won’t come back if, when they visit a few times a month, the same old post is staring them in the face. I have heard this valid complaint from one of my readers and I will heed her advice.

My next post will be about that book I read, which is mentioned above. In the meantime, I have a Spanish test this morning, at eight o’clock… so I need to study!

January 27, 2010

A Connecticut Yankee… Part Two

In my last post, I showed you the Mark Twain house. As I mentioned, the Harriet Beecher Stowe house is across the lawn.

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The Beecher Stowe house, with gingerbread trim, is a modest size compared to Samuel Clemen’s house:

The home where Harriet Beecher Stowe wrote Uncle Tom’s Cabin.

Harriet Beecher (Stowe) received her early education in the town of her birth, Litchfield, CT. Her father, Lyman, worked as a teacher of Religion at Sarah Pierce’s Litchfield Female Academy and Harriet attended the school. She was encouraged to develop critical thinking skills by partaking in vigorous intellectual debates… often during family dinner time!

When she was thirteen, she began attending the Hartford Female Seminary, in Hartford, CT. Her sister, Catherine, founded the girl’s school in Hartford. As Harriet become aware of the issue of slavery, she was determined to bring the issue into the nation’s consciousness. She and her brother Henry often spoke publicly against slavery and its moral degradation. Her brother became well known for his sermons (against slavery), which were delivered at Plymouth Church in Brooklyn, NY.

Harriet was an older woman by the time she moved into the house at Nook Farm, in Hartford. She lived there with her husband and their twin daughters, Eliza and Harriet.

She had seven children, losing at least one to childhood illness. She recalled having used her sorrow (after the death of a son to cholera) as a way to understand what it may have been like when enslaved mothers had to give up their children, which is a theme in Uncle Tom’s Cabin. As she wrote, Harriet had her daughters proof read her manuscript. When it was finally ready to send to her publisher, she needed three more copies to be made. Her daughters hand-wrote the three additional copies!

Harriet Beecher Stowe’s house is described by the Harriet Beecher Stowe Center as follows:

Harriet Beecher Stowe’s home (1871) illustrates the lasting popularity of the gothic-revival cottage and the influences of architects Andrew Jackson Downing and Calvert Vaux… The house combines architectural details like the steep hip-roof and graceful exterior trim with the balanced proportion of bay windows and porches on each side. Boasting an interior of 4500 square feet, the façade was designed to make the house appear smaller than it actually is, resulting in a welcoming effect. While smaller than other homes in Stowe’s Nook Farm neighborhood, Stowe’s house nevertheless contains 14 rooms.

January 9, 2010

A Connecticut Yankee visits Mark Twain’s house… Part One

… OK. So I don’t really label myself a Yankee, but I like the headline!

(Note: all sources will be identified at the end of this post)

One of the things that I like about visiting Connecticut is touring the homes of historic authors. I didn’t have a lot of hours to play, so I only visited places within a 45 minute drive of my Connecticut apartment. So, I visited the homes of Noah Webster, Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain) and Harriet Beecher Stowe.

My first destination:

Before I write about Noah Webster, I want to tell you why “Qui Transtulit Sustinet” is on the sign. It is Connecticut’s State Motto and it can be translated as, “He Who Transplanted Still Sustains.” (dr. delagar… correct me if I am wrong!!) I have read that the vines represent Connecticut Colony and that “He Who Transplanted” refers to God. The transplanted vines are the English people who came to the new land. So… He who transplanted them still watches over them.

You may recall, Noah Webster was the author of many books and spellers, but is most known for publishing the first American English dictionary. The 1828 edition had 70,000 defined words. In this dictionary, he updated (some would say Americanized) the spelling of many British English words, such as changing honour to honor. It was the fifth edition; the first edition had been published in 1806. He lived in New Haven during those years.

A page from the 1828 (first) edition is pictured below:

Note: When you look at the image, check out the word STURK, defined as a “young ox or heifer.” I have never seen that word. I wonder if it is still used, or if the word is obsolete. If you know that the word STURK is still used today, please write a comment. I am curious to know!

Below are some original spellers, authored by Noah Webster. People are most familiar with the McGuffy Readers, but Webster’s spellers came first! They fell out of favor when the McGuffy Readers gain popularity in the schools and among those schooled at home.

A speller was used to help to learn to read and spell. Noah Webster wrote the first three American-English spellers. The Blue Backed Speller was first published in 1783 as Part I of A Grammatical Institute of the English Language.

“…as a writer, he saw a national language as the way to unite the many states into a single culture.”

I presume that this was his writing desk (below.) I know that the trunk was the one he used to transport his belongings between the Colonies, England and France.

He is buried in the Grove Street Cemetery in New Haven, around the corner from where my husband was raised.

In the portrait of Noah Webster, below, I wonder about a few things:

Is that a real skull being used as a paperweight??

Check out the page of the book he is reading. Is that a black man in chains? What is he reading about?

Look out the window. There are slaves outside of his window doing some planting. Noah Webster wrote a book, Effects of Slavery on Morals and Industry, so I wonder what his position was on the issue of slavery. I guess that if I read his book, I might figure it out!

… I also wonder why would he keep books, papers and a musical instrument on the floor??

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I drove over to the Clemens and Beecher Stowe houses. Both houses share a common yard, but they are separate entities. The Clemens family (Samuel, his wife Olivia and their three young daughters, Suzy, Clara and Jean) and Harriet Beecher Stowe lived there at the same time. Samuel Clemens was middle aged and Harriet Beecher Stowe was elderly when they were neighbors. Harriet Beecher Stowe lived with her husband and adult twin daughters.

Their properties were part of an area known as “Nook Farm,” which was a community of artists, writers and activists.

Brothers-in-law John Hooker and Francis Gillette purchased 140 acres of pasture and woodland and founded the community. William Gillette, the actor who played Sherlock Holmes, grew up in the neighborhood. Many suffragettes lived in the “Nook Farm” neighborhood, which is mostly along Forest Street in Hartford. The Houghton-Hepburn family moved there around the time that the Clemens sold their home in 1903. Katharine Hepburn’s mother and father were very active in the women’s rights movement and in educating the public about the dangers of venereal disease. Her father was a urologist at Hartford Hospital and treated many of the prostitutes that lived in the local brothels.

As you drive down Forest Street, the houses are grand. Many of the homes were custom-built by nationally renowned architects. (If you decide to visit the area, keep in mind that the street is surrounded by a ghetto. It is no longer an exclusive neighborhood, although it is still beautiful!)

The Mark Twain house is an architectural masterpiece. The bricks are designed to look like stenciling.  This theme continues in the house. Louis Comfort Tiffany’s company designed and painted the elaborate stencils seen throughout the house, yet most prominent in the grand foyer. Unfortunately, I was not allowed to take pictures inside the house, but I will write to the curator and ask permission to use their official photos. With permission, I will add them to this post.

The roof is made of slate. Each individual slate was hand-carved and follows a diamond pattern, as seen below:

The detailed brickwork is awe-inspiring.

Samuel Clemens (aka Mark Twain) and his wife Olivia believed in bringing nature indoors. A conservatory was built off of the main sitting room, where the family would gather to play games and present plays. As you can see from the outside, the conservatory is full of lush greenery and some exotic plants and trees. The floor is made of multi-colored slate tiles. If you look closely at the image, you can see a statue through the windows. The garden is beautifully designed and the windows let light into an otherwise dark house:

The open porches face what used to be a beautiful ravine and a little river that lined the property (Park River.) Unfortunately, urban sprawl has devoured the once park-like view. The river has been re-routed and now it flows through a concrete pipe under the ground. The woods are gone; apartment buildings have taken their place. There are still enough woods to imagine how beautiful it must have once looked.

Sources:

Harriet Beecher Stowe Center

Noah Webster House Museum

Mark Twain House and Museum

January 7, 2010

Winter in New England…Part Two

Whenever I go to Connecticut, there are two places that I always visit. I have written about them in a previous post, but they are precious enough to mention again… and again! Both places are in Madison … my all-time favorite town in Connecticut.

1) The independent bookstore, R.J. Julia Booksellers.

When you walk in the front door (pictured above), this is what is on the right. It is a nook where classic literature is shelved and where I was compelled to buy Jude the Obscure during one of my visits, a few years ago. YIKES!

I love the hard wood floors and all of the wooden book cases. This store really feels like home to me. It is cozy, with just enough light.

When you browse the shelves… not sure what to read… no fear! The staff has suggestions and they write little reviews on index cards to help you. See the example below:

The bookstore has a second floor! I get excited when bookstores have a second floor. The stairway is beautiful, too. This store is more to me than a place to buy books. It has architectural features that take my breath away.

The creaky stairs add to the ambiance! Maybe it’s just me…

…and just when you’ve had your fill of browsing and you finally pick out that special book… R.J. Julia Café is the perfect place to read while you have lunch!

I took this picture in the middle of winter, but this is the outside patio. I like to sit out here in the summer. The bookstore sets up iron chairs and tables (pretty black ones) in the courtyard.

It is a nice place to relax while eating one of their many salad, soups and sandwiches. When I go there, I always have the salad with cranberries, candied walnuts, mandarin oranges, goat cheese and chicken. Yum!! I like to order the French Sparkling Lemonade. On a cold day, I order a bowl of Butternut Squash soup or Tomato Bisque.

I almost forgot to mention the book signings!!

Thanks to the R.J. Julia Booksellers book-signing events, I have met Peter Jennings,  Giada De Laurentiis and Jacques Pépin (a Madison, CT resident.) Last Valentine’s Day, I gave my husband a signed copy of Jacques Pépin’s “More Fast Food My Way. It meant a lot to him… and Giada is as nice in person as she is on her Food Network programs.

After going to R.J Julia’s, I drove south on Route One to my other favorite destination in Madison…  Hammonassett Beach, on Long Island Sound. I arrived in time to capture the sunset. It was about 28 degrees outside, but I was bundled up, so I was able to walk up and down the beach without getting cold.

The seagulls were amazing. They were floating on the water, way off of the shore. They didn’t seem to be diving for fish. They were just hanging out on the frigid water.

In the image below, I like the juxtaposition of snow on the sandy beach.

I like how the sunlight rests on the rocks in the image below:

…and the sun sets…

In the image below, notice how the clouds reflect on the water directly below the clouds. The left half of the water is colorful and the right half of the water is not. Cool, huh?

Love those seagull silhouettes!

… and finally, it was so dark that I could hardly photograph anything. This was the last picture that I took:

Hope you enjoyed our little online field trip to my favorite places in Madison, CT.

January 6, 2010

Winter in New England… Part One

Here is one lengthy post! Get ready…

I arrive in Connecticut to see my husband, after 4 months apart. Why so many months apart?? It is the price I must pay for being foolish enough to think that I wanted to move back to Connecticut. My husband transferred his government job (where he had a wonderful supervisor) from a perfectly nice place… to Connecticut. In his new position, he ended up with a horrible supervisor and his working life has been constant misery. The cold weather has also wreaked havoc with his body.

Suffice it to say… in August, I returned to our home … in that perfectly nice state… to finish the degree that I had started there. In the meantime, my husband is stuck in Connecticut waiting for a position to open up so that he can return to our perfectly nice state (that we should never have left in the first place…) So, that is why I have been in New England for the past 20+ days.

All of this ranting may lead you to believe that I hate Connecticut. The truth is… I love all of New England. I just don’t want to live here.

OK… now for the good stuff:

After not seeing my husband for 4 months, I had a surprise for him. I told him to get in the Jeep and that I would drive us to an undisclosed location… 5 hours north. His only responsibility was to keep good music on the radio. We arrived to the mystery place at around 3 PM:

We had to be somewhere at 4:30 PM. All he knew was that we would be driving up a steep mountain on snowy roads. YIKES! But… our Jeep handled in well. Where… you may wonder… were we destined to be at 4: 30 PM??

Surprise!!! We went to Trapp Family Lodge. Do you recall the vonTrapp family of “The Sound of Music” fame? They left Austria and settled in Stowe, Vermont because the mountains resembled their beloved Edelweiss. Well, that was our mystery destination.

What would two people (who do not ski) be doing at Trapp Family Lodge… one of the top 5 ski resorts in the world… at the height of ski season??

Going for a horse drawn sleigh ride…. of course!!

Even though it was 14 degrees… with a wind chill making it feel like it was 5 below… we went for a ride in an open sleigh! We were dressed in layers, with scarves wrapped around our faces and two down blankets covering our legs. Not exactly toasty, but it took the frostbite potential down a couple notches.

My husband was very happy about my surprise and was impressed with how I managed to keep him in suspense until we walked up to the sign in the first picture. He thought I wanted us to cross-country ski. Maybe next time…

After the sleigh ride, we went into the Lodge and had mulled cider. I loved how each mug of cider came with a cinnamon stick and slice of orange. My husband was a bit worn out from the frigid half hour ride, but he survived!

The next day, we drove to Hardwick, Vermont to visit one of my favorite independent bookstores: The Galaxy Bookshop. I have written about it in a previous post.

I discovered this bookstore in 1993, when I was riding along the back roads in the Northeast Kingdom section of Vermont. As I mentioned in a previous post, the bookstore is in a former bank, so it has an interesting interior.

The Children’s section is inside the vault! I brought my twin boys here when they were small. They would sit in there and look at books for 30-45 minutes at a time, while I browsed. When I took this picture, I could remember so clearly how they would hang out in there. Now they are 16…

I love the window design and the granite floors.

The next day, I took my husband to Cold Hollow Cider Mill in Waterbury, VT. Next door to the cider mill is a winery that sells supplies. My husband makes his own hard cider, so he was thrilled to get some white wine yeast. It is hard to find that stuff!

His favorite section seemed to be wherever coffee was brewing. I don’t drink coffee, but he need regular doses throughout the day in order to function! Case in point:

On the way back to the highway for the ride back to Connecticut, we stopped by Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream headquarters.

Neither of us are ice cream eaters, but how could we resist?

The most interesting things I learned while there was that Ben and Jerry decided to take a $5.00 correspondence course to learn how to make ice cream. Then, they bought a $25.00 ice cream machine and opened up their business in Burlington, VT in a tiny retail space. To drum up business, they bought a bus (pictured above) and would drive around giving out free samples. Their little business grew. Now, that is impressive!! They’ve since moved on…

My husband dubbed our overnight excursion our “second honeymoon.” I agree.

You have reached the end of part one…

December 14, 2009

Academic recess = literary day trips in New England!

I have not been posting regularly. The Fall 2009 semester will be over tomorrow and I will have a month to read and blog to my heart’s content! I am going to spend my academic break in Connecticut, for twenty five days. While there, I will re-visit the homes of Sam Clemens (aka: Mark Twain) and Harriet Beecher Stowe. If weather permits, I may venture back to the Mount (Edith Wharton’s estate) in Lenox, MA.

A few weeks ago, I posted an entry about my favorite independent bookstore, R.J. Julia Booksellers. However, when I wrote that entry, I didn’t have pictures of the interior of the bookstore and café. The place is beautiful, so I will make sure to take pictures and post them, for you to see.

Since Connecticut is where my family lives, some blog posts will be personal. This blog is primarily about literature… but once in a while… change is good. I look forward to sharing my New England state with you.

Here are some photos that I took in Connecticut in Winter 2008 and Summer 2009:

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –

I took the one less travelled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Robert Frost

November 16, 2009

Jorge Luis Borges: I never knew about him!

I was familiar with his name but until recently, had not read his work. He has written short stories, poems and at least one novel, but I am drawn to his lectures and essays. Born in 1899, Borges began writing in 1922. By the time he was twenty, he was familiar with the writings of philosophers Herbert Spencer, George Berkeley and David Hume. He also read the works of British and American writers (including Romantic poets), German Expressionist poets and the Greek Classics.

In 1914, the Borges family moved from Buenos Aires to Geneva, where Jorges L. Borges learned to speak and read French, Latin and German. Then, in 1921, the family moved back to Buenos Aires. Within two years, Borges was a prolific writer of Latin American poetry and short stories about Argentine life. Over the next ten years, Borges was one of the most recognized writers in Argentina’s literary history (Weinberger 527).  In 1932, Borges began to write non-fiction works, including essays, short biographies and book reviews. By 1936, he “was the best-known poet and essayist in Argentina” (529).

Jorges Luis Borges’s father had been chronically ill as an adult and he eventually went blind. The adult-onset blindness was hereditary and Borges suspected that he, too, would become blind as an adult. In 1938, his father died, leaving Borges as the patriarch of the family, which included his mother, his sister Norah, and Norah’s husband. Borges continued to write essays, but in 1941, he decided to devote most of his time to writing fiction. El jardín de los senderos que se bifurcan was published that year, and an expanded version was published in 1944 (535). He also translated stories from English into Spanish during this period.

By 1948, in addition to being known as one of Argenitina’s most prolific writers, he also became known as a “symbol of resistance to Perón” (540). As a result, Perón imprisoned Borges’s sister and put his mother under house arrest. Borges had always wanted to become the Director of the National Library. When Perón was overthrown in 1955, Borges achieved his goal. He wrote about the position, stating, “There I was, the center, in a way, of nine hundred books in various languages, but I found that I could barely make out the title pages and the spines” (475). Soon afterwards, Borges’s gradual blindness became exacerbated. Before long, his physician “forbade him to read and write” (541).

As mentioned previously, his adult-onset blindness was expected. However, he did retain some color recognition. He stated in a lecture, “I can still make out certain colors; I can still see blue and green. And yellow, in particular, has remained faithful to me” (Borges 474). Borges also mentioned that he could not see black or red. I believe that Jorges Luis Borges wrote beautifully. In his lecture on blindness, he further explained,

“…my father and my grandmother, …both died blind, blind, laughing, and brave, as I hope to die. They inherited many things ─ blindness, for example ─ but one does not inherit courage. I know that they were brave” (474).

Instead of considering his blindness as a profound loss, he viewed it differently. He explained, “I have lost the visible world, but now I am going to recover another, the world of my distant ancestors… from Germany, Denmark and the Low Countries, who conquered England…” (477). He began to study the history of the English language, the study of Anglo-Saxon, and did not allow his blindness to intimidate him.  From September 1961 to February 1962, Borges became a visiting professor at University of Texas at Austin. While there, he attended a course on Old English/Anglo-Saxon literature, taught by Professor Rudolph Willard (Seale).

Borges believed that what happened to him (his blindness) was an instrument. He viewed his blindness as a gift. He explained:

“[blindness] gave me Anglo-Saxon, it gave me some Scandinavian, it gave me a knowledge of medieval literature I didn’t know, it gave me the writing of various books, good or bad, but which justified the moment in which they were written. Moreover, blindness has made me feel surrounded by the kindness of others” (483).

Borges ended the lecture by saying that his gradual blindness was not a complete misfortune. Instead, it was a new beginning for him, enabling him to learn things that he, otherwise, may not have pursued. I am encouraged by Jorges Luis Borges’s steadfast devotion to words, the history of language and his optimism in the face of adversity.

The following sources were referenced in this essay:

Borges, Jorge L. The Total Library: Non-Fiction 1922-1986. Ed. Eliot Weinberger.    2nd ed. New York: Penguin Books, 2001. 473-545. Print.

Seale, Avrel. “Was Borges in Your Class?” The Alcalde 90.2 (2001): 62. Print.

November 9, 2009

A day’s worth of meals

This post is not about books or authors… at least not directly.
I decided to take pictures of the meals that I made today, and share them with you. I am trying to make everything using fresh ingredients as often as is practical.
Not too long ago, I became very sick. I had an inflammation of the lungs (pleurisy) and the cause was never determined. Now, I am fully recovered and have reconsidered the way I have been eating. My husband and I agree that we want to eat food that we prepare ourselves, so that we don’t take in lots of preservatives. Since I don’t smoke or do anything else unhealthy, we decided that maybe eating too many processed foods contributed towards my getting so sick.

So, this is what I ate for breakfast:
breakfast

The cereal is Cascadian Farms Organic cereal. No processed junk here!

For lunch, I went to my favorite Thai restaurant for a quick, inexpensive lunch. I want to learn how to make these freshly made Spring Rolls. They are served cold and are SO delicious!

Fresh Spring Rolls

For dinner, I made a Cornish hen. Since I am cooking for one (my husband works out of state, for now) I made just enough for myself. Every Sunday for many years, my maternal grandparents ate Cornish hens for dinner. I thought of them as I prepared the meal. I roasted the hen with pesto seasoning on top:

Cornish hen dinner

OK. So, this was not related to literature or an author. I am working on 30 posts in 30 days, and since I am not finishing a book a day, I need to write about other aspects of my life.

I hope you enjoyed this post!

November 8, 2009

The Independent Bookstore: a treasure to behold

I prefer to own books, although I download audio books from my library’s website when there is a book I really want to “hear.” When I buy a book, there is nothing like going to an independent bookstore. When I lived in Connecticut, I frequented my favorite bookstore,  R.J. Julia Booksellers . It is so much more than a place to buy books. The tall wooden bookshelves are lined with handwritten reviews on cardstock, tucked underneath many of the books.

There are two front entrances to the bookstore. One leads into the main part of the store, with a Café straight ahead. To the left of the entrance is a wooden staircase, which is lined with books. The other entrance brings one into the magazine, cookbook, animal-related and blank journal section, with an assortment of gifts displayed. This description does nothing to describe how cozy and beautiful the bookstore is inside.

This is an exterior shot of R.J. Julia Booksellers:

rj-julia-booksellers

The bookstore is in Madison, Connecticut which is on the shoreline of the Long Island Sound. Madison is my favorite Connecticut town! Often, when I go to Madison, I will drive past R.J Julia’s. Not too far from the bookstore is Hamonassett Beach State Park. I spend time there, laptop computer in tow, where I sit on huge rocks and write while watching the waves crashing against the rocks.

Here is a picture that I took while sitting on one of those large rocks. After a while, I could taste salt on my lips!

Hammonnasset rocks

After spending time there, I drive to R.J. Julia Booksellers. When I am there, I choose the book I want to read, buy it, then head into the Café.

I always order the same thing: Cranberry-Walnut salad, which includes organic spring greens topped with goat cheese, cranberries, mandarin oranges and candied walnuts. With that, I drink a carbonated lemonade. I bring my meal onto the back patio, which is made of uneven bricks, surrounded by wrought iron tables and chairs. There is plenty of shade from large trees that envelop the patio. It is a beautiful setting. When I lived in Connecticut, I treated myself to this experience once a week, on Fridays. Yea, the ritual became expensive… so sometimes I bought a magazine, instead of a book.

Although R.J. Julia happens to be my FAVORITE bookstore in the United States, there is a close second. It is in the town of Hardwick, which is nestled within Vermont’s “Northeast Kingdom.”

The Galaxy Bookshop , an independent bookstore, is in an old bank building. The children’s section of the bookstore is in the bank vault!

Galaxy Bookshop vault

The bookstore, like R.J. Julia’s, is very cozy inside. The woodwork inside the store is unpainted and the windows remind me of those found in a Craftsman home. The hardwood floors throughout the store also contribute towards the cozy “at home” ambience.

To find an independent bookstore near you, click here.

November 7, 2009

Books and Baths…

I am going to write something that you, my dear readers, may not need to know. I prefer baths… long, leisurely baths. (My bathtub is pictured below.) On those days that I don’t have to hurry up and get out the door, I take my long, leisurely baths. When the water starts to cool, I let some of the water out of the tub and add more hot water. During these hour-long hot baths, I read.

My bathtub

My current bathtub read is titled,  “Vision in the Sky: New Haven’s Early Years, 1638 – 1783,” written by Myrna Kagan . It is actually a children’s book, geared toward 10 years and up, and written for a reading audience of local New Haven schoolkids. It doesn’t matter! It is a wonderful book and her writing style is such that I feel as if she is telling me a story …while sitting on my couch! It is a cozy read.

Kagan refers to New Haven’s streets and landmarks and writes about how they have evolved during the past 371 years. So, unless you are familiar with New Haven, you might miss part of the fascination!

I have been interested in New England Puritans for many years, but one mostly reads about the Puritans in Massachusetts Bay Colony. So, it was intriguing to read about those who left Boston in the 1630’s and migrated to New Haven to start “New Haven Colony.” My hometown of Wallingford, CT was a part of New Haven Colony in those early years.

Here is an example of Kagan’s relaxed writing style. In this paragraph, the author mentions my hometown:

“You might ask what, exactly, the English got in the way of land. They had bought, or practically had been given, the land that is now the towns of New Haven, East Haven, Branford, North Branford, North Haven, Wallingford, Cheshire, Hamden, Bethany, Woodbridge and Orange. Probably, you and many of your friends live in one of these towns. Wouldn’t you agree that Mr. Eaton and his friends paid a very small sum for this great tract of land whose worth is so great today it cannot be calculated?” (Kagan 40-41).

Myrna Kagan can come to my house anytime to tell me stories of New England’s early history. I think she is a magnificent writer! I will read more of her works.

Work Cited:

Kagan, Myrna. Vision in the Sky: New Haven’s Early Years, 1638 – 1783. 2nd ed.   New Haven: Hillhouse Press, 2007. Print.

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