Monday, September 29, 2014

Room 115

Rushing Headlong into Monday



     My sister and I were talking on Facebook this morning at 4 AM about the fact that we were both up at that hour rushing headlong into our Mondays and whether or not, this made us "crazy."  That question resonated with me on the whole drive into my classroom this morning...  I guess it's kinda true.  
     I woke up at 3:23 this morning and talked myself into going back to sleep for 20 minutes.  I wanted to sleep longer.  I probably needed to sleep longer, but at 3:43 AM I couldn't.  I was so excited to greet my Monday, tiptoeing around my sleeping family members while waking my snoozing pups, and see my students whom I missed on Friday when I attended the NSCTA conference in Grand Island.  Every Monday morning, I can't wait to hear about their weekend adventures.  I can't wait to tell them about mine.  I greet my mile-long list of things to do with a breathless adrenalin rush as I also run through my litany of things that I feel exceptionally grateful for this morning...
  • I love that this morning I looked in the mirror and I had two fat, juicy pimples staring back at me...
  • I love that I am going gray... well, sorta...
  • I love the fact that I am married to my best friend who embraces my brokenness and laughs with me and at me...
  • I love that even though our sons haven't figured out what they want to do with their amazing lives and talented selves, I know with an unbreakable faith that they will figure it out and help to make the world a better place...
  • I love that my siblings, cousins, my family and friends are sharing this journey with me...
  • I love that every morning I feel like I am driving through a tunnel of corn or snow or cows...
  • I actually love that, on any given day, I really never know who is sleeping in our home 1500 miles away from where I sleep most days...
  • I love the fact that I serve a God who forgives me my epic failings every single day and who must really have a twisted sense of humor too...
     I'll probably be blasting the Boomtown Rats song, "I Don't Like Mondays" when my students walk into the room today, but I have a confession to make... I love Mondays actually.  Call me crazy!

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Grand Island, Nebraska at the NSCTA Convention

Listening, Speaking and Connecting...    


 while

...In the Family Genealogy...

     My Uncle Lowell loved his family, documenting our history, and kept meticulous records that we cherish to this day.  So as I was away from the parsonage for the last couple of days while attending the Nebraska Speech Communication and Theatre Association convention in Grand Island, I was thrilled when I received a text from Colin, who is still rehabbing from his auto wreck back in August.  One of the many blessings embedded in this horrible accident and injuries that Colin sustained is that he has had to the time to resurrect Uncle Lowell's research on our family tree and expand upon it.  It is a passion, a calling and a mission as he connects the dots of our past with our present and future generations.

     So I received this text, in between sessions at the convention, because Colin had just discovered that Pilgrim and ancestor John Alden's son, John Alden, was accused of witchcraft during the Salem Witch Trials of 1692.  And there it was.... some how across time, the story of Colin's 10th great grand uncle reminds me of why I do what I do.  Through teaching and coaching Speech, we want to help students discover their own voices, find confidence in who they are and inspire them to right the wrongs (or at least confront the evils) in the world.  This crosses over into my family mission as well, and this helped me to connect some dots this past weekend as well.  

     My Uncle Lowell was a great, but humble man, and I miss him so very much.  He left behind a powerful legacy that, I pray, will live on in our family for many generations to come as we step out in the future and contribute our own narratives! 

John Alden’s Account of His Witch Trial Examination
Posted on March 6, 2012 by Rebecca Beatrice Brooks from historyofmassachusetts.org

Captain John Alden Jr., the son of Mayflower pilgrim John Alden, was a merchant from Boston who was accused of witchcraft by a local child during the Salem Witch Trials in 1692.

Alden had stopped at Salem in May on his way home from Quebec where he had arranged the release of British soldiers captured at the Candlemas attack in York, Maine.

After he was accused, police officials brought Alden to the Salem court for questioning. Alden wrote his own account of this examination and the events of the courtroom that day, during which he suggested the afflicted girls at the center of the hysteria, whom he referred to as “wenches,” were merely pretending to be bewitched and also said they were being prompted by a man standing behind them to name Alden as a witch:

“Those wenches being present, who plaid their jugling tricks,
falling down, crying out, and staring in peoples faces; the Magistrates demanded of them several times, who it was of all the people in the room that hurt them? one of these accusers pointed several times at one Captain Hill, there present, but spake nothing; the same accuser had a man standing at her back to hold her up; he stooped down to her ear, then she cried out, Aldin, Aldin afflicted her; one of the Magistrates asked her if she had ever seen Aldin, she answered no, he asked her how she knew it was Aldin? She said, the man told her so.”

Although the girls had never met Alden before and had never seen him, his name was not unfamiliar to them thanks to numerous rumors around town that Alden was supplying the French military and Wabanaki Indians in Maine with ammunition and supplies during the ongoing King William’s War, according to the book “In the Devil’s Snare: The Salem Witchcraft Crisis of 1692″:

“But the precipitating factor that caused the authorities to finally move against Alden, who, according to one document, had been ‘complained of a long time,’ seems to have been news conveyed to Boston by Elisha Hutchinson on May 19. Two recent escapees from the Indians near Pentagoet had just arrived at Portsmouth, he revealed. They reported that ‘Castene had been at the port whence they came…Expecting to find goods there which he sayd Capt Alden owes him & promist to leave there, but finding none threatens what he will do when he meets him againe.’ The information that their greatest French enemy, Castene, has been ‘promist’ goods by John Alden appears to have been the last straw. Nine days later, John Alden was formally accused of being in league with the devil.”  

One of the afflicted girls, Mercy Lewis, lost her parents in an Indian attack in Maine, prompting many historians to speculate that the girls believed Alden was indirectly responsible for their deaths, as well as the deaths of many others, and accused him of witchcraft in retaliation. This theory is further supported by the fact that during the examination, Alden writes of one of the girls outright accusing him of selling supplies to the Indians as well as fathering illegitimate children with Indian women:

“Captain Alden Denounced” Illustration by Charles Reinhardt, circa 1878

“Then all were ordered to go down into the street, where a ring was made; and the same accuser cried out, ‘there stands Aldin, a bold fellow with his hat on before the judges, he sells powder and shot to the Indians and French, and lies with the Indian squaes, and has Indian papooses.’”

Realizing the danger he was in, Alden held no hope for a fair trial and sought other means of escaping his fate. After being held in a Boston jail for over four months, Alden managed to escape the jail in September with the help of some of his friends and fled immediately for New York where several other accused witches were hiding out.

It wasn’t until the witch trial hysteria began to die down that winter that Alden declared “the public had reclaimed the use of its reason” and decided to go back to Salem and post bail. He finally appeared in court on April 25 of 1693, after the hangings had stopped, and his case was dismissed.

Sources:

University of Virginia; Important Person in the Salem Court Records: http://salem.lib.virginia.edu/people?group.num=all&mbio.num=mb45

University of Virginia; Salem Witch Trial; John Alden: http://salem.lib.virginia.edu/texts/tei/BoySal1R?div_id=n6&term=&name=lewmer

“In the Devil’s Snare: The Salem Witchcraft Crisis of 1692″; Mary Beth Norton; 2007

“The Salem Witch Trials”; Lori Lee Wilson; 1997

Friday, September 12, 2014

Rochester, New York...

Michelle
 R.E.S.P.E.C.T.

Carole
     As I drove across New York State this summer, historical markers drew my attention to some national issues that erupted around the Rochester, New York area, "The birthplace of women's rights" (visitrochester.com).  How is it that with my open driving eyes, I never saw the markers before?  Why do I continue to be blind to oppression in all of its forms, and what is it about tonight, when my eyes should be shut, that I am haunted by all they represent?
     Sometimes, The Women's Movement seems far away from me in the year 2014, even when I open up the evening paper and read the front page headlines about the Ray Rice case.  It's too horrible to imagine, and I haven't watched the video.  I can't.  But at the same time I insulate myself from this harsh reality, I thank God that I have been given every opportunity in my life to voice my opinions without fear, and I can succeed in the goals that I set.  How complacent we can get when we lose the opportunity to struggle, and it's times like these that I remember my friends Carole and Michelle.               
      Carole, a classmate and Michelle, a colleague were both smart, beautiful and vivacious women in the prime of their lives when they were killed by their husbands.  Sometimes I feel guilty on a night like tonight when our family is sitting around the supper table talking about our adventures, our brokenness and misadventures really, and just laughing.  We are far from the picture perfect family, please don't get me wrong, but I think about what dinners must have been like for Carole, Michelle and countless other victims who are terrorized in their own homes.  I recognize how I could very easily have gone down so many different paths during the "search and rescue" phase of my life, than the one that led me to my beloved husband and partner.  

     Michelle and Carole's legacy to me each day is to embrace my own brokenness, help others to heal, try to empower those with whom I come in contact and find joy in the life I have been given.  I joined the Amazon Smile program in honor of Carole so that with each purchase I make- some of the proceeds go to our favorite Essex Junction High School Class of '83 charity, "Women Helping Battered Women, Inc."  Frankly, it doesn't seem like enough.  October is Domestic Violence Awareness month, and The National Coalition Against Domestic Violence sponsors a "Remember My Name" project, a national registry to increase public awareness of domestic violence deaths (http://www.ncadv.org/programs/RememberMyNameProject.php).  Their motto is "Every Home A Safe Home."  Safe home... now that seems to me to be a basic human right, male or female.      

(Susan B. Anthony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton fromhttp://nysparks.com/historic-preservation/heritage-trails/womens-heritage/default.aspx)