" . . . the tenants have organized themselves into a body, and resolved not to pay any more rent until they can be redressed of their grievances; and to carry the above resolution into effect, the tenants have pledged their honor and fortune even to the last extremity. The tenants now assume
This week, after finishing the second volume in Jennifer Kabat's memoir diptych, I am sitting with the resonances and ripple effects. Kabat engages deeply with history and the landscape as spaces for understanding our experiences, on both personal and collective levels. I'm not typically drawn to
“. . . the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.” ― George Eliot, Middlemarch My post
Let's Make Sense Together
"Was with Buel most of the day. He thinks a great deal of home but wishes to see this rebellion ended as bad as I do. Hurrah for the Stars & Stripes, long may they wave oer the land of the free & home of the brave. Aint I
"That Martha Ballard kept her diary is one small miracle; that her descendants saved it is another." Laurel Thatcher Ulrich "The fact that these tattered and fading notebooks have survived is overwhelming. Berea carried the 1862 diary as he boarded the steamer Seashore and started the trip
"Even before the famine began, a writer in the Daily Picayune had used Ireland as a benchmark for misery across the British empire, contending that 'the condition of the most abject slave in the Colonies is, in my opinion, better far than that of the unfortunate Irish peasant.
This week, a brief item in Munsell's The Annals of Albany (v. 10) grabbed me. Looking for leads about whether my ancestors participated in the Anti-Rent Rebellion, I found an account of a spectacle instead. It was recorded in January 1838, a year before Stephen Van Rensselaer&
The Executive Order to change the Gulf of Mexico's name in January 2025 foreshadowed more "Donroe Doctrine" to follow. In a year and a half, the president has proclaimed his designs on many countries. He's declared aspirations to absorb, govern, renovate, conquer or subjugate
Last month, after I participated in Montreal's annual March to the Stone, I wrote about that tragic hidden history. The famine walk honors the site where an estimated 6,000 Irish immigrants—most of whom died of "ship fever" (typhus) in the summer of 1847—lie
"They don't look often enough at context, past or present. Instead, they seem to see each moment as an independent crisis—or a recent one—often missing how many times the same dynamics have played out or indicators of how to proceed have already appeared." Andrea
So many images of suffering pass before us, it's difficult to feel that our individual acts make any difference. This feeling is magnified when powerful governments fail to act humanely or adequately. But a recurring theme of my posts is that individual actions have cumulative effects and matter
Picture the same year, in two rural landscapes divided by the Atlantic ocean. Ireland, 1839: William Gray, my great-great grandfather, is born in Ireland, near Ballyjamesduff. One of five children, William helped his family grow grain and raise geese. The farm's soil was so poor, his son
History has been showing me its tantalizing side. Various ancestors' histories and journeys are linking together, and I'm sensing them spanning across time to this present place. By place, I mean not only where I live in upstate New York, but also the place we're
This week I've been following exciting leads, finding new and converging throughlines. Some of my excitement stems from what my DNA results reveal about my place in a much larger web. Ancestry.com's appropriately-named Thrulines option displays matches and compares trees. When shown in list
"I think it marks our maturity as a people that remembrance has become an act of self-awareness." Irish President Mary Robinson Someone on social media recently lamented the fact that we haven't adequately memorialized or collectively grieved our pandemic losses. This made me think of
