Sorry for the lack of fresh updates, these past few days have been a giant whirlwind of packing, driving, meeting with old friends, and other things. So here is a quick run-down: Tuesday morning Charlie cat and I made our way from Virginia to Ohio, braving things like thunderstorms, two-dollar tollbooths (without a FastPass transponder), and many mid-western people that do not know how to drive very well. I enjoyed myself quite a bit, as I love a good long haul but Charlie didn’t seem too pleased with the whole ordeal, and he let me know the entire way.
That night I saw one of my good childhood friends, Miss Burns. We had a lovely time at the Martini Lounge, even though I think she was slightly disappointed that I don’t drink. But it was fun to see her and I was very happy to do some much-overdue catching up.
The next day (today), I FINALLY had the meal that I had been dying to eat ever since I had last been in Ohio two years ago – A delicious Frisco Melt with fries and a Strawberry and Banana milkshake. Oh man, that was super tasty; like I was tasting Ambrosia in some delicious form or another. It makes me really wish that there was a Steak n’ Shake in Amherst.
After my meal I was scooped up by the ever-lovely Sarah and Aubrey, two more friends that I had grown up with. We decided that the day was ripe for a good swim in Lake Mohawk, but ended up in just being a friendly conversational wade into the recently-treated-for-blue-algae-ish water. When we were finished there we proceeded on a whirlwind tour of nostalgia and drove past my childhood home, where I am happy to say that my and my sisters’ playhouse still stands – complete with the paint cans inside of it that we had left there over five years ago. Awesome. 😛
The tour then ended at Aubrey’s house, where we met up with the gorgeous Dani (also known as 留美, or お姉ちゃん) and chatted for a few hours. We then headed out for some poking around and food at Giant Eagle (a regional grocery store chain, similar to a Harris Teeter or a Stop n’ Shop) before I returned to my father’s house around eleven or so.
Then I had the bomb dropped on me: I couldn’t finish my journey back to New E ngland until Saturday morning. Apparently, while my father was inspecting my car for things that were needing to be fixed he noticed that my emergency brake cables needed replacing in addition to an oil change and fixing a rear wheel cylinder. This would take quite some time to do, and thus I am here until all of those things are fixed. Good thing that I had left Charlottesville early, huh? 😄
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Today, I went into the library for an hour or two to wrap up a few odds and ends with my notes. I then dashed my way back to the apartment to begin the packing process, since I’ve decided to come home a few days earlier than planned. I’ve been getting pretty homesick lately, not to mention a few personal issues that I need to take care of, and my research is pretty much completed. So why not? Plus, the pressure of finding a new job when I got back has starting to weigh on me as well, so it’s for the best that I head home soon.
Anyways, I would like to take a moment to say that, in spite of a few bumps in the road, all in all this internship experience was the best anyone in my position could possibly ask for. The staff at the Jefferson Library really took me in under their wings and made me feel like I was part of the family. I am greatly indebted to them for all of their help, wisdom, and hospitality these past two months, and I hope that someday I can come back and do it all again! 🙂
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Today started off as has been the norm for the past week or so – got to the Library slightly late, dug into some e-mails, and the cracked open some books to start my research for the day. I also began double-checking for holes in the outline for my essay, and sure enough – I had overlooked a big one. I had neglected to include the establishment of the Law school (then called the school of Law and Police) at William and Mary, with his good friend and mentor George Wythe as its first professor. This is essential, as it shows that FINALLY Jefferson had gotten some sort of improvement into the College. Awesome. So I dove into the TJPortal in search of further information, and found practically nothing. I had tried JSTOR, and I had already read the articles of interest that they had to offer.
Then it hit me – perhaps I should try the Princeton volumes of TJ’s papers. Jefferson said it himself somewhere (I remember reading it at some point…but I can’t remember where… the researcher’s dilemma :P) that his biography was contained within his letters, so into the volumes I went. So far, I’ve only found a letter to a Mr. James Madison singing the praises of what George Wythe was doing with the law school. Based on what Jefferson had written, it seems like there were quite a few debates and mock trials taking place with lots of participation by the students and other Williamsburgians. Sounds pretty sweet. However, I then had read somewhere (Gah!) that Wythe had later left his post, as the College was once again brewing with mischievous behavior in both the faculty and the students. A sad ending to something that had so much promise… 😥
I am now sitting here still doing my research, and hopefully I’ll find more tasty tidbits for posting by the time my day at the Library is over. So that’s all for now, more to come later! : )
Last Thursday, I was flipping through a few of my sources looking for more tasty tidbits to include in my time line when I stumbled across a footnote in H.S. Randall’s biography of TJ that pointed to a memoir written by his grandson, Thomas Jefferson Randolph. This had instantaneously sparked my curiosity, as TJ Randolph was to some extent raised by ol’ grandpa TJ back in the day.
So I had set off to Google books to find a copy of this work, but to no avail. I then tried various other means to see if it might be in print somewhere, but again no such luck. Was it just me? Was there something that I was missing? I referred back to the endnote, and sure enough it was not a published book but a manuscript deep within the Special Collections library at the University of Virginia. Awesome. Since I had made this discovery fairly late in the day on Thursday, my research had to be put on hold until Monday.
Monday began with a surge of excitement, as I absolutely LOVE going to the special collections section of libraries. I love everything about it – I love the strict procedures for viewing materials, the musty, finely aged smell of the old documents, and that feeling of scholarly officialness when I’m doing my research in these places. It just feels awesome.
As soon as I had checked in, made my requests, and sat down in the chair closest to the bust of Ralph Waldo Emerson (Awesome! 🙂 ), the friendly librarian brought me my first box of documents to have a look at. As I was leafing through, I couldn’t help but read what TJR had written as a fragmented book of hilariously awesome and sometimes random anecdotes. One story that had caught my eye in particular was the one about the Bishop James Madison (president of William and Mary College, and cousin to the US President, I think) not being able to receive Thomas Jefferson in Staunton at some point, so Bishop Madison’s father received him instead and apparently there were a few others at the place engaged in a heated round of cards in one of the rooms. While those people were playing, the Bishop’s father walked around the room while very discretely leaving a trail of black powder behind him. No sooner than when TJ and the father left the room that someone inside had said something about sinning and hell, and the father lit the trail on fire with all of the now very alarmed card players surrounded by a thick cloud of smoke and fire. I found that both hilarious but also very dangerous at the same time, as building fires were a huge problem back in those days.
After I had finished up at UVa, I unfortunately had to leave immediately due to parking in the Central garage and not having enough cash on hand to stay for another hour to explore the grounds. So I don’t have any good photos of campus to post here just yet, but perhaps I will return before I leave for Massachusetts next week to see the Rotunda and the academic village. However, I am happy to say that I had a good time at UVa and gathered many tasty tidbits to include in my essay, which was pretty awesome since my last visit to a Special Collections yielded nothing that wasn’t available to me via databases already. スゴイ！
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Sometime last week, I had decided that today was going to be the day that I would go to James Madison’s Montpelier. I figured that with wrapping up research during this week and with getting ready to go home to Massachusetts next week, I wouldn’t have any time to go back and see how much the place had changed since I had last seen it in its stripped down, down-to-the-brick form undergoing renovation two years ago. It was certainly a real treat to see the hard work of so many people at the Montpelier Foundation finally starting to come to a real fruition.
The interior of the house was still in an in-progress state, but certainly far from where it was when I had last been there. Most of the walls were covered, and there was even artwork hanging in some of rooms. They even had a few more pieces of furniture that Madison had once owned – such as one of his bookshelves from his library room. This time around, they also walked us out onto the rooftop patio on the right side of the building, which is something that I had wanted to do on my last visit but it wasn’t open for touring at the time. I had also noticed on the outside of the house that the last portion of the du Pont additions had finally been demolished, which was cool.
Also on my little trip, I visited some of the rescued Thoroughbreds up at the Montpelier barn. Apparently, since I was last there the Thoroughbred Retirement Foundation had set up shop there and has been very active in caring for these horses and finding them each a better home. I was so happy to see this, and I really wished that I could’ve taken one of them home but I don’t think my landlady would like that too much. Or Toronado, for that matter. 😛
After I visited the horses, I walked down to the graveyard to pay respects to Mr. and Mrs. Madison and then headed home. It was such an awesome trip, and I hope that I can come back a third time (!) when the Foundation has aquired more of Madison’s furniture and the house is finally completely transformed into what it was when James and Dolley had lived there.
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Wow, is it really July 24 already? I can’t believe that I only have little more than two weeks until I make the long haul back to Massachusetts. These past two months have been nothing short of spectacular, and well worth the six months of prior hassle and planning to get there. I’ve made so many new and fantastic friends within the world of professional and public history, and I’ve also learned so much about myself and how to write history. 🙂
Well, how to research history. The writing part is always that last stretch of the race that usually proves to be the most difficult and hyperventilation-inducing. As an undergraduate I have made it through to a decent, up-to-par product only a few times, and in taking up this internship it has been one of my goals to finally get over this paralyzing fear of the writing process. It almost never fails to happen when I get to the point of putting everything that I’ve researched together into an essay. I freeze. I begin second guessing myself, posing such questions to myself as “Did I do enough research?”, “Am I even capable writing anything good with what I’ve got?”, and the classic – “Do I even have enough time for this? This is going to take me FOREVER!”
Even as I’m sitting here typing this, I can feel the fear stirring around already. I’ve got two weeks to finish up my research, and within that time frame I plan to get over this irrational fear of finishing any kind of writing assignment. How can I even consider a career in research and history if I can’t even finish an essay? So with this in mind, I’m going to do my best to continue as I have been, and for certain hopefully I’ll get over it. You must face your fear in order to conquer it, non?
Also, I found this link thanks to Paula via Facebook. I’m sad to say that I didn’t get the chance to see them yesterday, as they didn’t stop by the Library. But they did have ice cream at a place near my apartment! 😛
That’s all for now, more to come later! 🙂
Nothing too exciting today. The weekend went fairly well, got a lot of cleaning and laundry done. Today just seems to be an “Eh” kind of day. I haven’t been digging into anything terribly exciting, but more or less just reorganizing all of the material that I’ve amassed since starting my research. Which, now that I think about it, is a good thing since my notes were starting to get a little sloppy and all over the place. 😛
However, I did find one little gem in my research today from a gentleman who had written to the President and Masters of the College of William and Mary in February of 1804 in reference to what Jefferson had written in his Notes on the State of Virginia:
“The College is a large, but rude building. The person, Sir Christopher Wren, who planned it, has not manifested an exquisite taste for the beauties of architecture. Mr. Jefferson in speaking of it calls it a ‘rude, misshapen pile, which, but that it has a roof, would be taken for a common brick-kiln’. It is certainly not an elegant structure, but it is easily distinguishable from a brick-kiln” (Letter of William T. Barry, WMQ Second Series, Vol. 8, No. 4, pg. 247).
What a whiner! 😛
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