Oct 8, 2021
Today in botanical history, we celebrate an American civil
servant and poet, an American art expert, and a Harlem artist and
gardener.
We'll hear an excerpt from historical fiction by Deanna
Raybourn.
We Grow That Garden Library™ with a lyrical book by a peach
farmer.
And then we’ll wrap things up with the story of a humorist who made
a living writing about the sunny side of life.
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Important Events
October 8, 1838
Birth of John Hay, American politician, diplomat, and poet. He
served three assassinated American leaders, including President
Lincoln. Along with John Nicolay, he co-wrote a ten-volume
biography of Abraham Lincoln that helped shape his legacy. Like
Lincoln, John lost a son, and the loss profoundly affected him.
Three years later, he wrote,
The death of our boy made my wife and me old at once and for
the rest of our lives.
After the death of his father-in-law, John became enormously
wealthy and took over the family business and investments. His
family enjoyed regular trips to Europe, a grand mansion in
Washington D.C., and a cottage in New Hampshire that John called
the Fells. John had cobbled together 1,000 acres of land after
quietly buying up abandoned farms. The etymology of The Fells name
was Scottish and means rocky upland pastures. John especially
enjoyed time at The Fells, which overlooked pastoral view. In the
foreground, sheep grazed among prehistoric boulders that dotted the
landscape, and in the distance were views of scenic Lake Sunapee.
John’s wife, Clara, was a gardener, and she had a special love for
roses and hydrangeas.
In 1890, John wrote,
I was greatly pleased with the air, the water, the scenery. I
have nowhere found a more beautiful spot.
In terms of poetry, John was best known for a collection of
post-Civil War poems compiled into a book called Pike
County Ballads (1871). Here’s one of his
poems called Words, in which he uses nature to
show the power a simple word can have on our lives.
When violets were springing
And sunshine filled the day,
And happy birds were singing
The praises of the May,
A word came to me, blighting
The beauty of the scene,
And in my heart was winter,
Though all the trees were green.
Now down the blast go sailing
The dead leaves, brown and sere;
The forests are bewailing
The dying of the year;
A word comes to me, lighting
With rapture all the air,
And in my heart is summer,
Though all the trees are bare.
October 8, 1934
Birth of J. Carter Brown, American art expert, intellectual, and
visionary. He was the director of the U.S. National Gallery of Art
from 1969 to 1992. Although he was born in a family of great wealth
- the Browns of Newport, the Browns of Brown University - he was a
champion of public access to art. He believed people needed to see
art in person and used a garden analogy to drive that point
home:
No one will understand a Japanese garden until you’ve walked
through one, and you hear the crunch underfoot, and you smell it,
and you experience it over time. Now there’s no photograph or any
movie that can give you that experience.
October 8, 1930
Birth of Faith Ringgold, American painter, writer, mixed media
sculptor, and performance artist. Faith was born in Harlem
into a family that embraced artistic creativity. She grew up after
the Harlem Renaissance, and her neighborhood was home to the likes
of Duke Ellington and Langston Hughes. One of her childhood friends
was jazz musician Sonny Rollins. Growing up, Faith had chronic
asthma, so she learned to pass the time indoors, creating visual
art with the help of her mom. She became an expert seamstress and
began experimenting with fabric as a medium for her art. Today
Faith is known for her narrative quilts. One of her most beloved
quilts is Sunflowers Quilting Bee at Arles, which
depicts a group of African American women working on a sunflower
quilt with Van Gogh off to the side, bringing them a vase of
sunflowers.
In 1999, Faith had a garden installed at her Englewood, New Jersey
home. She says,
[I love] to be able to look at the garden the first thing every
morning, and I love to paint the green in as many ways as I
can.
For many years now, Faith has hosted a garden party in June to
benefit the Anyone Can Fly Foundation. The mission of
the Anyone Can Fly Foundation is to expand the
art establishment's canon to include artists of the African
Diaspora and to introduce the Great Masters of African American Art
and their art traditions to children and adult audiences.
In 2019, there was an exhibition of Faith’s art at the Serpentine
Gallery in Hyde Park/Kensington Gardens.
Unearthed Words
Something had shifted between us, faintly, but the change was
almost palpable. Our friendship had sat lightly between us, an
ephemeral thing, without weight or gravity. Once, in the Boboli
Gardens, “Bo-bah-lee” under the shadow of a cypress tree on an
achingly beautiful October afternoon, he had kissed me, a solemnly
sweet and respectful kiss. But weeks had passed, and we had not
spoken of it. I had attributed it to the sunlight, shimmering gold
like Danaë's shower, “Dan ah ee” and had pressed it into the
scrapbook of memory, to be taken out and admired now and then, but
not to be dwelled upon too seriously. Perhaps I had been
mistaken.
― Deanna
Raybourn, Silent in the Sanctuary
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Epitaph for a Peach by David M. Masumoto
This book came out in 1996, and the subtitle is Four
Seasons on My Family Farm.
This memoir is a personal favorite. Mas’s lyrical writing is a
pleasure to read. Here are a few gems from the book:
A new planting is like having another child, requiring patience
and sacrifice and a resounding optimism for the future.
I try to rely less and less on controlling nature. Instead, I
am learning to live with its chaos.
Good neighbors are worth more than an extra sixteen
trees.
Mas is an organic peach farmer who shares his story with humor,
grace, and incredible insight into the natural world.
The New York Times said,
[Masumoto is] a poet of farming and peaches.
This book is 256 pages of thoughts on growing from a peach farmer
with the soul of a poet.
You can get a copy of Epitaph for a Peach by David M.
Masumoto and support the show using the Amazon Link in today's Show
Notes for around $2.
Today’s Botanic Spark
Reviving the little botanic spark in your heart
October 8, 1915
Birth of William E. 'Bill' Vaughan (pen name Burton Hillis),
American columnist and author. In addition to his magazine
features, he wrote a syndicated column for the Kansas City
Star for over three decades. His folksy sayings
include,
Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then
names the streets after them.
Experience teaches that love of flowers and vegetables is not
enough to make a man a good gardener. He must also hate
weeds.
The best of all gifts around any #Christmas tree: the presence
of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.
Bill Vaughan was beloved for his humor and his friendliness. He
generally wrote thirteen paragraphs of humorous observations every
single day for his column. He also was an artist. A 1970 profile of
Bill in his beloved Kansas City Star stated,
[He] has always had what art lovers describe as unfortunate
yearnings to be an artist. While testing his fledgling wings as a
columnist in Springfield, Vaughan became adept at drawing deep
one-column sketches that relieved him substantially of the
responsibility of filling the space with words. The day Vaughan
filled virtually an entire column with a drawing of a garden hose
with very little at either end, the editor ordered a halt to this
sort of thing.
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