With homage to John Oliver’s HBO show, I titled this entry as one that somehow defines what is important in my life these days, so much happening in a short but fulfilling seven day cycle that completed itself late last week.
First off you must know that the book I am trying to write, Nature’s People: The Hog Island story from Mabel Loomis Todd to Audubon, is foremost in my life these days. I only seem to produce text while in sequester at Lake Cumberland, but much more for the book happens all the time. That said, be advised that the significant goodness of last week unfolded in the name of Nature’s People.
The trip to enhance the scope of Nature’s People began with a short drive to Cleveland where we had dinner and a good visit with a couple of Cindy’s cousins and their mother, Aunt Alice. The next day was punctuated at mid-point with a stop in Olean, New York where we had a short visit over pizza with old friends Jean François and Athena. That night it was Ithaca where we had dinner with another branch of Cindy Lou’s family, Elisa & Leon & their delightful daughters, Louisa & Chiara. Two lovely dinners over two afternoons amid the energy of a couple of youthful live wires. Enchanting.
Ithaca was first book stop on the trip for an interview with Steve Kress in his native habitat at Cornell’s Laboratory of Ornithology. Steve’s input is invaluable for the upcoming chapter, ‘The advent of Audubon.’
Next stop was in Kingston, New York, upstate on the Hudson. Purpose there was to visit a couple of college students near and dear to us. Bard College is currently home to niece, Ayla, from New Orleans, while Skidmore College, a bit more than hour away north in Saratoga Springs, serves as education quarters for good buddy, Rula. Good conversations were had with both girls over meals.
The apogee of our trip, New Haven, Connecticut, was up next: Yale University’s Sterling Library which houses the archived papers, photography, and other memorabilia of the family my book is all about. Target for this visit was to investigate a few hundred envelopes of family photographs in search of images of Hog Island. We arrived New Haven on Sunday, midday.
Before we could get to the manuscript library on Monday morning, we had a delightful few hours Sunday afternoon at a cafe in Milford, Connecticut, home to Friend of Hog Island comrade in arms, Colleen. She and her lovely daughters introduced us to Bananagrams, a game I promptly ordered Sunday evening online at Amazon. Excited comments about Broadway musicals predominated discussion.
But Monday and Tuesday at the Sterling were the heart and soul of the trip. I have so enjoyed putting the Todd family story on Hog Island together. Being able to look at photos of the island now I might even recognize some characters I wouldn’t have recognized prior. My hope was to uncover a trove of great old Hog Island photography that nobody on Hog Island these days, as far as I know, was aware of.
Oh, and two fine days it was. Lighting in the library sucked pretty badly for photographing photographs. For some it was the glare I couldn’t avoid from high intensity lighting on old warped photographs. Others images were too dark or too generic.
And I have to tell you, I am amazed at the quality of the copy images made by my iPhone 6 under existing lighting (no flash). Flat out amazing. A few included here.
I was pleased with what Cindy Lou and I had found. Much, I think, is usable for Nature’s People, though copyright issues have not been approached yet. I was advised to contact a special office at the library when I was ready to get serious about clearing copyright hurdles.
And then it was a long but nice one-day drive back home from Connecticut with a variety of Sirius/XM stations to entertain us. When I was driving, it was mostly 60s. Oh, my. Such a time.
I should mention, too, that the morning we set out for Cleveland and the very next morning following our return, I visited a student at Stivers High School whom I mentor. Christopher is finishing his second year there and is looking forward to some exciting and challenging experiences this summer from a camp at Wright State to working a part-time job someplace. Oh, and he’s borrowing Cindy’s banjo for the summer, too. He wants to work on transposing some of his guitar playing skills to banjo.
Finally, the week rounded out nicely with oldest grandson Alex’s senior recognition ceremony from the Career Technology Center. He officially graduates from Northmont High School in a week. Great kid. Honors. Black belt. Wants to work on airplanes. Sounds like a budding career to me.
And through all of this, Cindy Lou and I watched the Natural world of May push out leaves and blossoms before our very eyes everywhere we were from Ohio to New York to Connecticut to Pennsylvania. New York hillsides were stunning with black walnut and redbud still flowering. Weather was warm, and I had the sense Nature was pushing harder because the conditions were so damned good. I truly love the spring. Last week was an amazing one to witness.
So what ties all of last week together? Love, I think. Love for family and love for work. Love of Nature. An appreciation of the details that might get overlooked.
Like the use of the word ‘savory’ by 8 year-old Chiara as she very astutely described how she successfully assembles her bakery creations. Mom & Dad confirmed they were, indeed, mighty tasty.
Our seeing so many people that mean much to us. An aunt in her 90s. A couple we met at a bed & breakfast at Put-in-Bay twenty years ago that work to make the world a better place every single day. They are inspiring.
And then the book. Love there? You bet. At this point I feel like I know Mabel Loomis Todd as an old friend. I used to think her daughter, Millicent Todd Bingham, was always chiseled and stoic. Yet in the pictures at Yale I saw her features soften in views I had not seen before.
Love. Everywhere. And all of this with Cindy Lou right beside me, proud of me and the work I am doing.
Can a week get a whole lot better than that?
Today’s elder idea: To me, the thing that has been the most inspiring in all the years that I was trying to save [Hog] island, was, when I had been turned down innumerable times, and I saw no way, at all, out, I went out into the forest and I heard a great horned owl -- it was a marvelous midsummer night with a full moon and no mosquitoes at all -- I suddenly said to myself, “Why am I trying to save this island? The island can do far more for us than we could ever think of doing for it.”’
Millicent Todd Bingham
In an address to Hog Island campers
summer 1950
images: top: Cindy Lou and Rula at Skidmore.
next: Yours truly and Cindy Lou at Yale just to prove we were really there.
next: Millicent Todd Bingham in the ‘sweet fern’ on Hog Island c. 1920 (age 40)
bottom: best find of the trip: Mabel Loomis Todd in the ‘big house’ on Hog Island. c. 1925
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