1. a new stained glass project

2. the foods of summer

3. music that makes me want to write
Posted in Inspiration, Kitchen Inspirations, Music, tagged colors, food, food photography, Hozier, Inspiration, motivation, music, Photography, stained glass, Take Me to Church on July 31, 2014| 4 Comments »
1. a new stained glass project

2. the foods of summer

3. music that makes me want to write
Posted in Branches, Inspiration, Music, Nature Notes, tagged abstract, beauty, color, Inspiration, music, nature, oak tree, Photography, symphony, trees, urban landscape on May 12, 2014| 3 Comments »

This morning around the oak tree (that towers above the house) there was a symphony of color at play.

Spring light illuminated new growth, including golden pollen.

The wind brought sweeping movement.

It was a song celebrating life …

from the grand moments

to the tiny details.

A passionate composition of fierce expression in glorious color and texture.

At least that would be my music review. 😉
Posted in Inspiration, Music, On the Road, tagged Austria-Hungary, civil rights, family, geography, history, identity, Inspiration, Joseph A. Horne, language, migration, Nebraska, Photography, President Woodrow Wilson, race relations, Serbia, storytelling, suffrage, William Jennings Bryan, World War I on March 18, 2014| 3 Comments »

American Midwest photo by Joseph A. Horne, 1940s
In 1911, by the time baby Joseph was held in the arms of his adoptive parents in Dodge, Nebraska, Europe was on the brink of war. The Great Powers in Europe were Great Britain, Germany, Austria-Hungary, and Russia. The Ottoman (Turkish) Empire had a foothold in Greece and some parts of the Balkans — an area of southeastern Europe encompassing Romania, Bulgaria, Croatia, Serbia, Macedonia, Albania, Bosnia and Herzgovinia, Montenegro, and Kosovo.

Bulgarian Shepherdess

Five Girls Knitting in Albania
In 1912 and 1913, wars broke out in the Balkans. Bulgaria, Montenegro, Greece and Serbia formed the Balkan League to oust the Ottomans. In the U.S., recent emigrants from the Balkans returned to their native lands to bear arms in support.

Greek Emigrants in NYC Returning to the Balkans to Fight, 1912
In the end, Bulgaria, Montenegro, Greece and Serbia conquered the Ottoman-held lands of Macedonia, Albania and Thrace. While nation-state lines had been redrawn; ethnic identities and affiliations had not changed. Tensions simmered and flared, between the Balkan states, and with the Great Powers, especially between Austria-Hungary and Serbia.

Belgrade, Serbia circa 1900-1915
The antipathy between the neighboring countries was longstanding. Prior to the Balkan Wars, Serbia, which had been dependent economically upon Austria-Hungary, was beginning to build its own economic channels across Europe. When Austria-Hungary banned imports of Serbian pork in 1906, the Serbs continued to sell its pork to France but rerouted the meat through Bosnia. In 1908, Austria-Hungary annexed Bosnia from the Ottomans, and consequently shut down Serbian shipments of pork. The Serbs appealed to Russia for support, but Czar Nicholas refused to go to war with Austria-Hungary.

Czar Nicholas and the Russian Royal Family, 1917
Approximately five years later, after the Serbian success against Turkey in the Balkan Wars, the Serbian prime minister apparently declared, “The first round is won. Now for the second round – against Austria.” In his book, scholar Richard C. Hall refers to the Balkan Wars as the Prelude to World War I.

Four children seated on a ship, following the battle for Thessaloniki in the Balkan Wars, 1912.
On June 28, 1914, Austrian Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife were killed by a young Serbian nationalist. The assassination is cited as the event that started World War I but obviously it was the spark that fell upon a lot of pre-existing kindling. Diplomatic relations between many of the European nations was strained and alliances had become complicated. With Germany’s support, Austria-Hungary presented Serbia with some strict demands in reparations. While Serbia made efforts to meet the demands, in the end, Austria-Hungary broke off diplomatic relations and began preparing for war. Russia, Serbia’s ally, began military mobilization against Austria-Hungary. Britain and France expressed concern if Russia were to intervene in such a conflict. Attempts at peaceful negotiations were brushed aside. On July 28, 1914, Austria-Hungary declared war on Serbia. Fighting began. By August 1, Germany declared war on Russia. Others joined the fray and soon every major Western power except for the United States was embroiled in war.

Packing for the Christmas Ship, November 1914
The majority of Americans, while aware of what was taking place in Europe, wanted to remain neutral. Based on newspaper headlines and articles from the period,donations of every kind were collected and sent in support of allies like Great Britain, France and others. The Red Cross Mercy Ship sailed to Europe with medical staff. American children were encouraged to donate toys for the Christmas Ship, a vessel charged with delivering gifts by Christmas Day to needy European children. The headlines also highlight the literal and figurative gulf separating Americans from the European conflict. The U.S. was struggling with its own social, economic and political issues. Even so the war was making an impression.

Suffragette Inez Milholland, suffragist, labor lawyer, World War I correspondent, and public speaker
At the 1914 Southern States Suffrage Conference held in Chattanooga, Tennessee, Mrs. O. H. P. Belmont of New York was questioned about men in Belgium receiving the vote but not the women. She replied: “With men waging war on the earth, in the air, on the sea and beneath the waters … shelling cities and destroying everything before them, leaving women and children without a place to lay their heads, it is somewhat illogical to talk of woman’s sphere as the home. In my opinion, the men who deliberately make war on women and children as has been done in Belgium, are not fit to be intrusted with the ballot for it was created as the weapon of civilization and Christianity, not of wholesale butchery.”

Suffragette Mary Church Terrell, daughter of former slaves, civil rights worker, suffragette, teacher
At the conclusion of her address, Ms. Belmont was asked if she thought the vote for women in the South should include the vote being given to Negro women, as well. She replied that should be a decision left to the men of the South to decide. “We seek for women political rights equal to those of men. Negro women could share the rights of Negro men. If they are disenfranchised let the women share the same treatment. Our campaign is to eliminate the discrimination against women and secure for them a parity with men in the matter of the right to vote.” (New York Times, November 11, 1914)

William Jennings Bryan, Rep. from Nebraska 1891-1895 and U.S. Secretary of State 1913-1915
For several years, for many reasons, including a strong German American presence within the country, the United States pursued a policy of non-intervention. One of the most vocal anti-war proponents was President Woodrow Wilson’s Secretary of State William Jennings Bryan. He wanted the U.S. to maintain a neutral position and serve as mediator in the conflict. “It is not likely that either side will win so complete a victory as to be able to dictate terms, and if either side does win such a victory it will probably mean preparation for another war. It would seem better to look for a more rational basis for peace.” At odds with his President’s policies, Bryan would resign in 1915.

R.M.S. Lusitania, hit by torpedos off Kinsale Head, Ireland (photograph of drawing made for New York Herald and London Sphere), Library of Congress
In 1917, after a series of events including the sinking of the Lusitania off the coast of Ireland with Americans on board (1915) and discovery of the Zimmerman telegram in which Germany proposed a military alliance with Mexico against the U.S. (1917), President Woodrow Wilson and other Progressives were able to promote the concept that the U.S. had to help make the world safe for democracy. On April 1, 1917 the U.S. officially declared war on Germany. On December 7, 1917 war would be declared on Austria-Hungary. In the end, the war would pit the Central Powers of Germany, Austria-Hungary and the Ottoman Empire against the Allied forces of Great Britain, the United States, France, Russia, Italy and Japan. A national call for volunteers was made to join the military services.

Registering to Serve, 1917
The rate of enlistment for the volunteer army was too low, leading Wilson to sign the Selective Service Act of 1917. Over time, millions would be drafted into service. Enlistment was even used as enticement to garner citizenship. Tens of thousands of American men, of every race and background, began leaving daily for the battlefields of Europe.

World War I Infantry Soldiers, photographed between 1914-1918, Library of Congress
At the same time, the formerly vast waves of immigration into the U.S. were effectively cut off. A dearth of labor was created across the country just as industries were seeking to ramp up their production. As a result, as one author phrased it, “an exodus ensued” as Northern and Midwestern manufacturers began recruiting for labor from the American South, especially for African Americans. By 1919, nearly 500,000 African Americans had emigrated up north and out west. It would be a migration, A Great Migration, that would continue into the 1940s.

Painting by Jacob Lawrence
Jobs and unexpected opportunities were created in an attempt to meet the demands of a nation and a world at war. Wars do end, however, with WWI officially ceasing on November 18, 1918. New opportunities arose as soldiers returned to the States, but tensions were heightened and prejudices magnified as well.

WEB Dubois in 1918, co-founder of the NAACP
The summer and early fall of 1919, when Joseph would have been 8 years old, is known as Red Summer, a term coined by Joseph Weldon Johnson of the NAACP. Race riots broke out in over two dozen cities across the U.S including in Omaha, NE, about an hour away from Dodge. A black man was accused of assaulting a white woman and regardless of evidence a mob gathered and eventually the man was forcibly taken from police custody and brutally killed. Actor Henry Fonda was a 14-year old boy in Omaha at the time. He saw some of the events. He later wrote that all he could think of was that black man dangling from a rope.

The burning of Will Brown’s body, Omaha, Nebraska, Sept. 28, 1919. Source — NSHS, RG2281-69
Hundreds died that summer. Many thousands lost their homes and livelihoods. Seeds were sown for future conflicts. And, no doubt, bonds were strengthened for future civil rights efforts. A particular focus during the period, and for some decades to come, were campaigns against lynching. Lynching is a particularly color-blind act. African Americans, while killed in large numbers, were not the only ones dying or being threatened with death in this horrific manner in the post-war period. Drawn to the U.S. in the late 1800s, German-speaking people from many different nations had emigrated seeking new lives. Like little Joseph’s family, they especially migrated to the midwestern states to take advantage of the Homestead Acts. The first act was signed into law by President Lincoln in 1862. Anyone who had never taken up arms against the U.S. government (including freed slaves and women), was 21 years or older, or the head of a family, could file an application to claim a federal land grant. There was also a residency requirement. In Nebraska, the land being homesteaded had once been considered “Indian Country” but as the U.S. sought to expand its territory the Kansas-Nebraska Act of 1954 opened the land to settlement. The subsequent Homestead Act of 1862 gave 160 acres of this land to any head of household promising to live there for five years.

Library of Congress Printed Ephemera Collection; Portfolio 134, Folder 13. 1872.
By 1910, approximately 200,000 residents of German heritage lived within the state of Nebraska. Dozens of German language newspapers and other publications were regularly printed and distributed. Cultural events conducted in German were the norm, not the exception. All of this would change with U.S. entry into World War I in 1917.

German Russian Children in Nebraska

German-American farm family in Nebraska by John Vachon, Library of Congress.
In Joseph’s adopted home, he spoke German, though he would have been challenged in speaking German in grade school. Language has always been viewed as key to ethnic identity. With anti-German sentiment at a fever pitch, the suppression of German language and culture was viewed as paramount to ensure that all those people of German-speaking heritage became thoroughly Americanized. President Wilson signed a bill restricting German newspapers. Clergy in primarily-German speaking communities were informed they could only deliver sermons in English even if people spoke only German.

Classic German Script from a Vintage Book of Fairy Tales
On April 9, 1919, Nebraska enacted a statute that would become known as the Siman Act, imposing restrictions on both the use of a foreign language as a medium of instruction and on foreign languages as a subject of study. Essentially no person in any public or private school could teach in any other language than English, and with respect to foreign language instruction, no child could be taught a foreign language until high school.

Example of one room school house in Nebraska by John Vachon, Library of Congress.
On May 25, 1920, instructor Robert T. Meyer broke the rules in his one-room schoolhouse in Zion Parochial School in Hampton, Nebraska by teaching to a 4th grader using a book of German bible stories. He would be charged with violating the Siman Act and convicted at the state level. Similar laws were being enacted across the country. Meyer would fight his conviction all the way to the U.S. Supreme Court where the ruling would take on a national significance. In 1923, the Court would hold that the Nebraska statute violated the Due Process clause of the 14th Amendment. While respecting the state’s desire to “foster a homogenous people,” the court found that the state had gone too far with the statute. With its ruling, the court made clear that “the individual has certain fundamental rights which must be respected.”

Farm scene. Lancaster County, Nebraska , photo by Arthur Rothstein, Library of Congress
By the time that ruling was made, Joseph was twelve years old. Over the next five years, he would complete his grade school education. In 1928, as a seventeen-year old, he would leave the family farm and Great Plains to travel eastward to study in a theological setting. To become a seminarian as his path suggests? If so, something happens along that path. He comes to a fork in the road. It is clear that at some point in the late 1920s or early 1930s, young Horne picks up a camera. He will become adept at its use and he will begin to photograph the world around him.

Photo by Joseph A. Horne
Sources/Additional Reading …
History.com Austria-Hungary Declares War on Serbia
African Americans and World War I
Racial Tensions in Omaha September 28, 1919
The Rise and Fall of Jim Crow/Red Summer 1919
Oral Histories from the Germans From Russia Collection
War Hysteria & the Persecution of German Americans
Posted in Branches, Inspiration, Music, Nature Notes, tagged art, azul, cello, Inspiration, music, New York Philharmonic, Osvaldo Golijov, Photography, Yo Yo Ma on January 2, 2014| 1 Comment »

On New Year’s Eve, I chanced upon the PBS broadcast of Yo Yo Ma performing Azul with the New York Philharmonic Orchestra. I felt frozen listening to the musicians and enraptured by the passion on Yo Yo Ma’s face. Later I learned in this program note of composer Osvaldo Golijov’s desire in developing this recently commissioned work for cello and orchestra to “recapture for the present that ability of the late Baroque composers to suspend time without stopping motion in their music …” A complicated piece to say the least. Time felt suspended for me on occasion. When you have a chance, give a listen and see what you experience. This link will take you to an actual video of the New York Philharmonic performance (Azul can be accessed at 14:33) or you can listen via the following Youtube video.
Posted in Inspiration, Music, Uncategorized, tagged beauty, home, Inspiration, landscape, life, music, musings, nature, peace, Peteris Vasks, Photography, sounds on December 15, 2013| 4 Comments »

And so the morning began with sounds. Laying in bed listening to snow slide from the roof. Over breakfast listening to Steve tell stories of his night. My brothers’ voices, one via voice mail, him singing a made up song about getting up and getting started with a cup of coffee. His words inspired me to pour some beans into a white cup and photograph a single image and hope it came out well.

I continued to take random shots about the kitchen, of lemons in bowls and of rosemary. I don’t think I’m supposed to let indoor herbs bloom but I couldn’t help myself. No sounds there, just lovely periwinkle silence.

During the midst of all this, something happened. Nothing serious but one of those incidents that can color a day, darken it … if you allow. I told myself to let the incident go. To help me do so, I pulled from my bag a list of desired tasks. One of them was to look up composer Peteris Vasks. I’d only learned of him yesterday at an organ recital. The organist had played one of his pieces, Te Deum. During my research I came across this piece, Dona Nobis Pacem.
A beautiful, calming piece.

As it played on repeat in the background, I wandered around taking other photos, indoors of items on tables

and through windows of ice melting beautifully.

What that music inspired exactly I can’t say. It did encourage me, remind me even, to be present, to appreciate the beauty before me that I could see, that I could hear, and that I could imagine. We all need reminders on occasion. 😉
Posted in Inspiration, Music, tagged autumn, charitable giving, compassion, family, Inspiration, love, memories, music, Photography, Ralph Vaughn Williams, relationships, storytelling, walking on November 25, 2013| 7 Comments »

Today I made my annual donation to one of the nonprofits I support, WalkBoston. As a card carrying pedestrian (and dreamer), believe me, I need help crossing the road. I made the donation in memory of my Aunt Thelma who used to describe her walks to me. Following is a blog post I wrote about her two years ago, about how she influenced who I am today, including how I can choose to give myself to others. This bright, beautiful day is her birthday so it seems like a good time to give back, and give thanks for her having been in the world. At the end of the post is a youtube video of Dives and Lazarus by composer Ralph Vaughn Williams. It was music Steve had shared with me, and music I remember replaying until I could collect the words to write about a lovely woman who in her own unique way helped me learn to walk in this world. Please enjoy the words and the music, and have a good day.
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Memories
My mother taught me to cook, to plant flowers, and to tell stories. From her I learned to love books and to love writing. She passed away before I ever wrote and had published my first story. During her life, I never traveled abroad. She never knew me with a camera in my hand. She never met Steve or any other fellow in my life. But her sister, my Aunt Thelma did.
In Aunt Thelma’s bedroom dresser are the postcards I sent to her from my travels all over the world. On her bookshelves are the magazines and other clippings of my work. And, last year, after I returned from my travels with Steve in Japan, she made me create a photo book for her. “I need tangibles I can hold in my hand,” she said when I pointed out the pictures were viewable online. “And include a picture of that fellow you’re seeing. I don’t know if I’ll ever see him any other way.” They never did meet, but she read about him, and they spoke on the phone once. I sat next to her on her couch as she laughed with him on my cell phone. I remember him asking her what he should call her. She laughed and said, “Well, why you don’t call me what everyone calls me. Aunt Thelma.” After she hung up, she asked me if he was a good man. I said yes. And then we went on to talk about my brothers and their families.
Growing up in Virginia, my mother made it clear early in my life if I was ever in trouble I could call my Aunt Thelma who was living in New York. When my mother died, Aunt Thelma traveled to Virginia and was there with me and my brothers, along with the rest of the family. When my father died unexpectedly a year and half later, she couldn’t make it, but I will always remember standing in a hospital waiting room on the phone with her crying and her saying over and over, “You go ahead and cry. It’s alright to cry.”
In bad times but mostly good, I called her, especially after I got a cell phone. I could call her randomly as I returned home from work. She’d laugh at my stories and in the end, wind up telling me to be careful as I crossed the street. She always ended her calls with, “I love you, Cynthia.”
My Aunt Thelma passed away this weekend. I will miss her. I am thankful that she was in my life. I learned a lot. In NY this weekend, as the family gathered, I held one of my young cousins in my arms. She was crying. “I’m sorry,” she said as she tried to wipe her face. I said, “Why are you apologizing? For crying? Don’t ever apologize for crying. It’s alright to cry. Do you know who taught me that?” When she shook her head, I said, “Aunt Thelma.”
Posted in Inspiration, Music, Nature Notes, tagged colors, humor, Inspiration, leaves, music, musical note, musings, nature, Photography, poetry, prose on October 29, 2013| 5 Comments »

As I work with this image of a leaf
for this post to share with you
I find myself singing these words
with great zest and sincerity
and yes I sound pretty good (or maybe not)
but since I cannot read or write
a musical note of any kind
the rhythms of this song will be lost to time
but this image of the leaf
in its fine autumn dress
will hopefully brighten your day for quite a while.
* The title refers to a guest post I have asked my younger brother, who does have an ear for music, to write about music and nature based on his life experiences down in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. It is a treat I hope to share before the end of the year. Stay tuned. Get it? Tuned … Have a good day, folks. 😉
Posted in Inspiration, Music, Nature Notes, tagged beauty, dance, fashion, food, food photography, fruit, Inspiration, music, nature, nectarine, Philip Glass, Photography, storytelling, white nectarine on September 12, 2013| 7 Comments »
Why “ethereal” as a title? Well, I recently chanced upon a very short video of ballerina Janie Taylor dancing in designer Chloé’s “dance-inspired spring/summer 2011 collection.” The dance was set to Philip Glass’s “String Quartet No. 3, ‘Mishima’: IV. 1962: Body Building.” I enjoy much of what Philip Glass composes. I have not been able to get the dance or the music out of my head. On this windy day, I went for a walk in hopes that the movement and music would inspire me to photograph something sweeping, cascading, flowing, etc. In the end …

… nothing. Not a single “sweeping” thing caught my attention. I put away the camera and headed home, pausing just long enough at a market to purchase a few pieces of fruit. At home, I placed the items on a side table figuring I’d put them away later. Back at the computer, I hit play and repeat on that darn video, and began to outline a writing project. But the wind kept rustling the plastic bag the fruit sat upon. Frustrated, I got up and went to the table. With Philip Glass blaring in the background, I looked down and thought, “That’s it! That’s the shot.” Anyway, that’s my story of this image and I’m sticking to it. If you’re curious, click here for link to the video.
Posted in Inspiration, Music, tagged arts, crafts, found objects, glass, Inspiration, mysteries, nature, Photography, wind chimes on August 12, 2013| 6 Comments »

Neither of us remembers purchasing it or even receiving it as a gift. So if you did give it to one of us, we both apologize for not remembering. The wind chimes are quite beautiful and the craftsmanship superb.

It surfaced this weekend, found in a bag of “stuff for review,” a bag which then got buried by other bags and dust and such. Someone had carefully wrapped the chimes in a Boston Globe newspaper dated 2008.

It now hangs at the kitchen window. On the inside, not the outside. Just enough wind comes through so that there is the occasional gentle tinkle.

I am tempted to hang it outside on the oak tree. I wonder what the red bird would think? 😉
Posted in Inspiration, Music, tagged Chinese iron balls, colors, Inspiration, musical balls, musical instruments, Photography on July 25, 2013| 3 Comments »