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General Washington still presides. |
Innovation and history with occasional birds, bells, and genealogy
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The facade of American Ancestors' about-to-open Center for Family History, Heritage & Culture |
I had the opportunity last week to visit Ryan Woods, the President of American Ancestors, at the organization's home office, the New England Historic Genealogical Society, on Newbury Street in Boston. Ryan and his team are scheduled to cut the ribbon on the new, very cool American Ancestors National Center for Family History, Heritage & Culture at 97 Newbury Street on April 24th.
This spectacular new center is part of a multi-structure
building complex named after American philanthropist and preservationist Thomas
Bailey Hagen and Harvard Professor Henry Louis Gates, Jr.
The center will house the Brim-DeForest Library, R. Stanton Avery Special
Collections, the Wyner Family Jewish Heritage Center, the Brue Family Learning
Center, museum store, staff offices, and the Family Heritage Experience—an
interactive museum experience that will introduce visitors to the joys and
possibilities of family history.
Acquiring the building next door to NEHGS’s long-time
library was an opportunity that first presented itself in 2012, the final year
of my term as Chair of the organization. The owner of John Lewis Jewelers paid a visit and led us on a tour. Now, after much planning, fundraising, and hard work, the
center has been conceived and is (nearly) completed.
Ryan was kind enough to take me for a tour and even allowed me to snap a few pictures. I don’t want to (and can’t possibly) give everything away, but the Family Heritage Experience is destined to be a top 10 Trip Advisor recommendation in Boston, something full of fun and interactive activities.
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Arrive at the Center and place yourself on the map--where you belong! |
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Pick a disc, scan the barcode on the back, and get started on your genealogical journey. |
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The famous, or infamous Shattuck family painting. Like our current administration, if you don't like history, you just make it disappear. That bush in the middle used to be, well... |
As we were talking, Ryan reminded me of a brief talk I gave in 2008 when I was elected Chair. The talk, which I had forgotten, compared genealogy and the potato. Fortunately, I found it buried on this blog. So, I dusted it off and present it here.
I hope it will help you imagine the new Family Heritage Experience as an Idaho Russet potato fired at 117 feet per second through a hose into a finely
sharpened grate, coming out the other side in a perfect French fry cut.
I was fortunate to spend the weekend of March 1st and 2nd with a great group of Mass Audubon birders visiting sites throughout Rhode Island. Day one included locations on Aquidneck Island, including Portsmouth, Middletown, and Newport. The Ebird hotspots were Town Pond, Lawton Valley Reservoir, Sisson Pond, and Sandy Point Beach. These sites featured dabbling and diving ducks of all shapes and sizes, fresh and saltwater.
Red-tailed Hawk, Town Pond, Portsmouth, RI |
Red-throated Loon, Town Pond, Portsmouth |
American Wigeons, Town Pond, Portsmouth |
While Aquidneck Island was never attacked during King Philip’s War, our birding adventure brought us near many locations associated with the war.
“A cat will look down to a man. A dog will look up to a man. But a pig will look you straight in the eye and see his equal.” -- Winston Churchill
Of all the innovations I've been exposed to through the years, from TempTales and modern air conditioning to cotton gins and Hamilton, the one closest to my heart is the 23MM Epic Supravalve.
Six months Four years ago today, surgeons at Beth
Israel Deaconess in Boston cracked open my chest, switched on their magic
heart-lung machine, cut out my wonky, calcified aortic valve, and sutured in a new, porcine Epic Supravalve.
In another place or time, I might have received a bovine valve, or even one taken from a cadaver. Was I a little younger, I might have chosen a valve made out of carbon.
But as it happened, on January 28, 2021, lying on an operating table not far from Fenway Park, I got a pig. I'm delighted to report, after a first year of up-and-down healing, there has been barely an oink. Thank you Beth Israel. Thank you Metoprolol.
Better still, I knew nothing about Randall Davey (1887–1964), an American artist and educator known for his contributions to early 20th-century American art, particularly in painting. Davey is celebrated for his work in portraiture, landscapes, and equestrian scenes. He is also celebrated for fostering a vibrant artistic community, which was key in establishing Santa Fe as an essential hub for artists and creatives in the early 20th century. His works are featured in major collections, including those of the Smithsonian American Art Museum and the Whitney Museum of American Art.
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Randall Davey's "Great Big Canvas" |
One of the amusing features of this beautiful sanctuary is the so-called Haiku Trail, a series of short poems (not all 5-7-5, however) written by (what appear to be somewhat frustrated) birders like me--trying hard to keep pace with the real birders in our group.
Some images of our day follow.
One of the poems that resonated with me |