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Old English,  Beowulf, and the Prehistoric World

8/1/2017

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When many people think of Old English, they think of the writings of Shakespeare. While the Bard's language may seem old and difficult to understand, it is modern in comparison with real Old English. Click here to hear someone reading in Old English. I am willing to bet that few- if any-  who do will be able to understand a single word.

Old English is the language of the Angles, who originated in the western area of what is now  Germany. After they migrated across the channel, speakers called the area they settled Angeland, or Engeland, and their language Englisc. The language dominated the island from the 5th century until the 11th, when the Normans invaded, bringing their Norman French with them. The Normans became the lords and the Angles their servants, explaining why food often has Norman names while the animals, cared for by the servants, have Angle names. Beef is Norman in origin: Cow is Anglo. Mutton is Norman: Sheep is Anglo. The fact that Modern English is a mix of Old English, Norman, Viking (since they moved in, too!) and numerous other languages explains why English is such a difficult language in which to spell and pronounce words. Each language brought its own spelling and pronunciation rules into the mix.

Old English writings began to appear the early 8th century.  Few original copies remain. One long epic poem, which may be the oldest surviving long poem in Old English, was bound into a collection called the Norwell Codex. This poem, which had no title, has come to be called by the name of its hero, Beowulf.  It is considered one of the most important works of Old English literature.

The poem tells how Beowulf  leaves Geatland, in what is now Sweden, to help Hrothgar, the king of the Danes. The story was considered just a story for many years. However, many of the characters appear in registers and legal documents of the 6th century. Archaeological excavations in Lejre, Denmark, the traditional location of Heorot, uncovered three halls, each about 160 ft long, that had been built in the middle of the 6th century, the time period of the Beowulf story.
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It appears that the people and places depicted in Beowulf are real, and the background information about politics, family feuds, and migrations patterns are based on fact. But some elements of Beowulf come from a much earlier time. For instance, while the Scandinavian peoples had been converted to Christianity by the 6th century, many of the themes in Beowulf remain prechristian.
Other elements suggest the story might hearken back to an earlier time, and the political elements are a later overlay to a story that might have been passed down through countless generations.

The name of Hrothgar's mead hall, for instance, is Heorot, which translates as Hart's Hall. Could the original hall have been constructed of the bones of the giant elk that roamed Europe at the end of the last Ice Age? Similar shelters, made of mammoth bones, have been found in Ukraine.
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A hut made from mammoth bones. Why not have a hall made with the bones of giant elk?
And what about Grendle, the monster that Beowulf destroys? The poem calls him a fallen son of man. Might Grendle have been something distinctly man-like, yet different enough to cause discomfort? might Grendle have been a Neanderthal?

This is the scenario I present in my novel, The Last Song of the Swan.
I am not the first to associate Neanderthals with the Beowulf story. Michael Crichton did so in his 1976 novel, Eaters of the Dead.  The difference between his novel and mine is that Crichton's novel is set in the tenth century and is structured as the journal of an Arab who visits the Rus, and early Russian people who are battling with a remnant group of Neanderthals who have managed to avoid extinction. My novel is set at the end of the last Ice Age, when Neanderthals and Humans coexisted in Europe. A second story line in Swan Song mirrors the action of the Paleolithic narrative, but is set in modern times. If the scribe who originally took the ancient story of Beowulf and modified it to reflect life in 6th century Europe, why can it be updated again to today?
Jennifer Bohnhoff writes novels that are set in, or inspired by history. For more information about her or her writing, go to her website. 
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A Second Independence Day

7/13/2017

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This year I celebrated Independence Day twice. Like most Americans, I ate hamburgers, watched fireworks, and enjoyed the company of family on the 4th of July. I was visiting my middle son and his family in Pittsburgh, where I got to spend hours playing with my two year old granddaughter and my husband and son ran a 5K.

But two days later, I got to enjoy a second Independence Day, when I visited the town of Independence, Missouri.

My first stop was the National Frontier Trails Museum, which teaches about the trails that opened the American West. Beginning with Lewis and Clark, visitors learn about the Mormon Trail, Oregon and California Trails, Old Spanish Trail, and the one I was interested in, the Santa Fe Trail. Quotes from diaries and first hand accounts of the trails give the museum a very personal appeal. 
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The museum has a partnership with Pioneer Trails Adventures, an independent contractor that offers narrated covered wagon tours of historical sites in Independence as well as sleigh rides during the Christmas season, chuck wagon dinners, and rides in a white bridal surrey for special events.

I took a short tour and learned a lot from Ralph, the personable and knowledgeable owner. He taught me not only about Bess Truman's birthplace, early Independence history, and that wagon ruts are called "swales," but I learned a lot about Ed and Harry, the mules that pulled the wagon. 

I highly recommend these rides!

Artifacts, included wagons, carts, supplies, weapons, clothing, original journals, foodstuffs and furniture enriched the experience. 

Maps and murals, such as this one, depicting the Santa Fe plaza, covered the walls.
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Next, I toured the house where Harry and Bess Truman lived. Although well appointed, this charming old Victorian house was surprisingly modest, especially the quaint kitchen, where the linoleum floor had been nailed down where a seam had separated, and the wallpaper near light switched looked worn.

I would have liked to stay longer in Independence. If I had, I would have taken a second, longer tour with Pioneer Trails, visited the Truman Presidential Museum and Library, and gone into more of the historic houses, the 1859 jail, and the 1827 log courthouse. But the open road was calling and it was time to move on.
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Jennifer Bohnhoff writes historical fiction and teaches New Mexico history to 7th graders in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

Her latest book, Valverde, about a Civil War Battle in New Mexico, came out this spring and is available on Amazon in paperback, Kindle, and large print edition.

She is always thrilled to meet someone more stubborn than she is, even if that someone has four legs.

For more information about her books, go to her website by clicking here.
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Investigating a New Mexican Mystery - or Hoax

7/13/2017

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It's called Inscription Rock, the Phoenician Rock, the Decalogue Stone, or the Commandment Stone.  Whatever you call it, this rock inscribed with strange markings, west of Los Lunas, New Mexico, is a curiosity, and probably a hoax. 

The Phoenician Rock lies at the base of Mystery Mesa, sometimes called Hidden Mesa, in a remote area controlled by the BLM. It is west of Los Lunas and about 35 miles southwest of Albuquerque. A BLM permit is required to enter the area.


The stone is covered with what experts have called Paleo-Hebrew script, which is practically identical to the Phoenician script. Also included, according to some experts, are Samaritan and Greek letters. Some have argued that the stone uses modern Hebrew punctuation, indicating that it is a modern creation. Other researchers point out stylistic and grammatical errors to question its authenticity.

What it says depends on who translates it. Some ethnographers have suggested that the text is an early version of the Ten Commandments. Others say that it tells the story of a Phoenician sailor, lost at sea, who yearns to return home.


​The writing is set at an angle, suggesting that it shifted or fell from its original position.

The first time the stone is mentioned in historical records is in 1933, when University of New Mexico archaeology professor Frank Hibben clains to have been led to it by an unnamed and uncredited Indian guide. Hibben writes that his guide claimed to have found it as a boy in the 1880s. After Hibben announced his discovery, a Los Lunas man named Florencio Chavez announced that his grandfather claimed to have seen the rock in 1800.

I've been to the rock several times, and while I am no expert on ancient texts, I find the rock interesting. Of more interest to me, though, are the Indian pictographs and ruins on the top of the mesa. This site was an outlier community that linked Acoma Pueblo to the west with the Rio Grande and the trading communities that strung along that ribbon of water, tying the arid southwest to the Mayan Civilizations to the south and the nomadic plains tribes to the northeast.

What those Indians thought of the strangely marked rock - if it was indeed there when they were - if a real mystery.





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Bridges, Part 2

7/6/2017

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Roebling Bridge, Cincinnati. Photo by Nathan Holth. http://ow.ly/f1UY30djvIB
Recently my husband and I drove through Cincinnati. We walked across this bridge to get from our hotel in Covington, Kentucky, to The Great American Ballpark, where the Cincinnati Reds were playing the Chicago Cubs. 

I was struck by the beauty of this bridge as I walked across it.

It wasn't until I saw the plaque on the north side of the bridge, on the return journey, that I realized the significance of the bridge, which helps to explain its beauty.

This bridge is named the Roebling Bridge after its designer, John Roebling. When it was opened in December 1867, its 1,057 foot span was the longest in the world. Roebling, an engineer who had emigrated from Prussian Germany, developed the iron-wire cables that made suspension bridges of this type possible. This bridge was the first that used the new technology. Roebling and his son would go on to design and build the much larger and more famous Brooklyn Bridge.

The platform the cars drive on is not a solid roadbed, but a grid of metal mesh that makes the car tires "sing" as they cross. The sound is both eerie and harmonious. I found it disconcerting to look down through the mesh and see the ripples on the water below. Strange, that something so ethereal can hold the weight of so many racing cars.

By happy coincidence, when I opened the Wall Street Journal later that evening, I found a review for Chief Engineer, a new biography of the Roeblings by Erica Wagner. That review provided a lot of background information on the bridge and its designers. It is a book I will certainly have to pick up soon.

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Bridges, part 1

7/5/2017

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The Roebling Bridge, Cincinnati. Nathan Holth, photographer. http://historicbridges.org/bridges/browser/?bridgebrowser=ohio/roebling/
Coincidences can be the bridges between unrelated experiences, enriching understanding in surprising ways. I'm always thrilled and surprised when coincidences align without my planning them to.

Last week my husband and I drove from our home in Albuquerque to Pittsburgh to visit one of our sons and his family.​
I stopped by my local library before the trip so I could pick up some books on CD to listen to while on the road. I ended up getting Harriet Beecher Stowe's Uncle Tom's Cabin, mostly because it was long, of historical interest, and I had never read it before.
Written in 1852, this novel depicted the many horrors of slavery, and his long been regarded the spark that began the Civil War. It is not an easy book to read: Stowe's characters spend a lot of time pontificating, and there is a racist tone to the book that modern readers will find offensive. However, the plot is filled with exciting twists and turns, and the characters feel very read. Readers who enjoy Dickens will enjoy this book.

One of the most dramatic scenes in the book is of Eliza escaping over an ice-clogged river, her young son cradled in her arms.

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Her master, Mr. Shelby, has sold her son to slave traders to settle his debts, and Eliza chooses to escape to Canada rather than allow him to be sent to the slave market in New Orleans.
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It is winter, and the ferry is not running because the river is clogged with ice. Rather than be caught by the pursing slavers and their dogs, Eliza jumps from ice floe to ice flow, escaping Kentucky for the free state of Ohio.
It wasn't until my husband and I reached Covington, Kentucky, that I really realized what a daring feat Eliza had achieved. Covington is just over the river - the Ohio River -  from Cincinnati, Ohio. I stood on the banks and realized that this was the river that Eliza crossed. 

The Ohio is a mighty river. It is broad and it is deep. Looking at it, I realized that Eliza must have been far more desperate and far braver than I had imagined.

I hadn't picked Uncle Tom's Cabin for any specific reason when I went on this trip, but this view of the river ended up being the bridge between the real world and the novel that really brought the story to life for me. 

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Magical History Tour

6/26/2017

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Sometimes you just gotta get out of Dodge - 

or Albuquerque, as the case may be.

This weekend I joined my husband and a couple of friends on a quick road trip to historical sites in Northern New Mexico and Southern Colorado.

We spent Friday night in the Plaza Hotel, a grand old hotel built in 1881, at the peak of Las Vegas, New Mexico's rail road building boom.
The next morning we drove past the 
Casteneda Hotel. This former Harvey House opened in 1898 and was the site for Rough Rider Reunions that were attended by Teddy Roosevelt himself. It's badly in need of restoration, and I hope those involved can get the funding to bring her back to her former glory.
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That night we slept in the Tarabino Inn, in Trinidad, Colorado. Built in 1907 by six brothers who immigrated here from Italy, it stands as a testament to the money that poured into the area during the mining boom years, and to one of the many ethnicities that immigrated here for a chance at a better life.

We then toured the ruins of Fort Union, which was active during the Civil War and protected settlers traveling along the Santa Fe Trail, which has grown so faint over time that we had trouble seeing it.
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We then drove north to Bent's Fort, a trading post and safe respite on the Santa Fe trail that was active in the 1830s and 40s. Using plans drawn by an Army officer who sketched plans of the fort while he recuperated from an illness, the National Parks Service rebuilt the fort, and it is now a living history museum.
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The four of us jammed a lot of history into a weekend, and the trip was, indeed, magical - at least to this history buff.

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Unusual responses

4/13/2017

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I've been writing a blog for about three years now. Most of the time I feel like I'm writing to myself. I don't get a lot of comments posted. When I do, I'm grateful. I appreciate it when someone learns something from my blog. I especially appreciate it when I'm told that one of my posts made a reader think about something they'd never thought of before.

But sometimes the comments that get posted really make me scratch my head and wonder who is reading my blog and why.


This week someone called topqualityessays posted a comment regarding my post Paddy Graydon Scheme to Stop the Confederacy that said "Thin air is the blog about the writer create this because of their books history to save their record on the line. First of all this a good decision for their online record saved books where we can search now on the system to develop our environment and the new technology of generation."  Also this week, theconfidentopywriter commented on Americans in Paris, saying "Embarrassingly clumsy up to your post and sit tight for your next posts.Request Comcast has an extraordinary plan and great design. I have seen few pictures that have such incredible hues."

Huh?

When I first got comments like this, I got panicky, thinking they were some sort of cyber attack or spam. Now I wonder if someone in a third world country is using my blog to practice their English. I'm not sure if I'll ever know.

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Potato Bread

4/7/2017

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The nineteenth century was a thriftier time than the present. Nothing was thrown away and everything, even the water that potatos were boiled in, was put to good use. Potato water was used to starch shirts, fertilize plants, thicken gravies, and supplement bread.

This recipe is adapted from one in James Beard's Beard on Bread, a cookbook which has seen a lot of use in my house over the years. Mr. Beard noted that this bread, with its moist and heavy texture, is reminiscent of breads from the nineteenth century. I don't know if Ms. McCoombs, the mother in The Bent Reed, my novel set during the Battle of Gettysburg, would have made this bread, but if she did, she would have started with a home-grown yeast and her loaves would have risen not in the refrigerator, but in the root cellar.

You can make up the dough on Saturday, and have a warm loaf all ready for Sunday supper.

Old Fashioned Potato Bread
Dissolve 1 pkg active dry yeast and 1/2 cup sugar in 1 1/2 cups warm potato water. Let proof for about 5 minutes.

Add 3/4 cup of softened butter,  1 1/2 TBS salt, 2 eggs, and mix well.

Add 1 cup leftover mashed potatos and mix well.

Add up to 6 cups of flour. Stir it in, 1 cup at a time until you can no longer stir it, then turn out the dough onto the counter and knead it, adding flour whenever it becomes sticky. When the dough is smooth and elastic, place it in a very large mixing bowl or storage container that has been buttered and turn to coat all sides with the butter. Cover tightly and let rise in the refrigerator overnight. You want to use a very large container: this bread will more than double in size.

When you are ready to bake, remove from refrigerator and punch down. Knead on a floured counter for 5 minutes, then shape into two loaves. Place in well buttered bread pans and let rise until doubled in size. Because this bread was cooked, this may take up to 4 hours.

Bake 40-45 minutes in an oven set at 375. To test if they are done, turn a loaf out of its pan and rap the bottom. If you hear a hollow sound, the loaves are cooked through. Turn the oven off, turn the loaves out, and set them directly on the oven rack, where their crusts will crisp and brown.  Cool completely before slicing.


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A short history of yeast

4/6/2017

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Bread wasn’t always as easy to bake as it is now. Bread gets its airy structure by capturing gas bubbles in the elastic gluten of wheat. But how does one get those gas bubbles into the dough to begin with? The answer is leavening.

Throughout history, most households kept a crock of leavening in a warm corner of their kitchen. A small portion of this soft, dough-like substance was used to start each new lot of bread dough. The rest was replenished with water and flour and kept, sometimes for generations.

If a housewife neglected her leavening, it might cease to rise and turn into a vile smelling, pink slime. In that case, she threw it wout and either borrowed a bit of leavening from a neighor or began a new batch by setting out a crock of water mixed with flour and hoping that it would begin to produce foam. Some women knew that adding the husks of stone ground wheat would often hasten the process.

Leavening was used in bread and cake batters. Often, a dose of beer or wine dregs was also added.

What those housewives had been collecting and tending in their flour and water filled crocks were living organisms, wild yeasts that lived in the air, but settled into the crocks and multiplied, eating the starch and expelling carbon dioxide. Wild yeasts were also present in the wheat husks and beer and wine dregs.

It wasn’t until the late 1860s, when Louis Pasteur placed some leavening under a microscope, that anyone realized this.

Shortly after that, scientists began to isolate yeast in pure culture form. By the turn of the 20th century, they had created a way to dry it, thereby forcing it into dormancy. No longer did housewives need to replenish the leavening crock every few days!

Commercial baker’s yeast much like what you buy in red and yellow packets or glass jars in the supermarket soon followed.
 
Tommorow, look at my blog for a recipe for an old fashioned bread that uses new fangled commercial yeast.

 


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the life of a civil war soldier

3/23/2017

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If you are curious about what it was like to be a soldier during the Civil War, there's no better place to start than John D. Billings' memoir, Hard Tack and Coffee. Historian Henry Steele Commager calls it "one of the most entertaining of all civil war books."

Subtitled The Unwritten Story of Army Life, this book was published in 1887 by Billings, who served in the 10th Massachusetts Volunteer Light Artillery Battery under General Sickles and General Hancock. It is not a history of the war, and doesn't talk about battles and strategy. Instead, it explains what it was like to enlist in the Union Army, how soldiers managed the every day acts of eating and sleeping, of punishments and pastimes, and what it was like to keep the Army on the move.


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While some of the information in Billings' account is specific to his experiences in the Army of the Potomac, most of it would be useful for anyone who wanted to know about the life of the average soldier. Where else would we learn that troops camped near brooks washed their clothes in the running water until they realized that boiling them got rid of wood ticks and lice much better. To kill vermin, soldiers boiled their clothes in the mess kettles that also cooked their stews and boiled their coffee.

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The writing is witty and the humor wry, the more than 200 pen and ink drawings are what really make Hard Tack and Coffee a treasure. The illustrations were created by another Civil War Veteran, Charles Reed, who served as bugler in the 9th Massachusetts Battery. Reed was awarded the Medal of Honor for saving the life of his battery commander at Gettysburg.

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Reed shows the reader what a Sibley tent looked like. Invented by the man who left the Union Army to become a Brigadier General in the Confederacy, Sibley tents were used by both the North and the South. They resembled the teepees that Sibley would have seen while fighting Indians on the great plains and in New Mexico Territory, which Sibley invaded in 1862 in an attempt to conquer it for the South. One of my favorite pictures shows an interior view of a Sibley tent, and how the soldiers "spooned," or slept nested against each other in an attempt to keep warm.

General Sibley is a background character in Where Duty Calls and The Famished Country, books 1 and 3 of Rebels Along the Rio Grande, my historical novel trilogy about New Mexico during the Civil War. Reed's illustrations are now part of the public domain. 
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    I am a former middle school teacher who loves travel and history, so it should come as no surprise that many of my books are middle grade historical novels set in beautiful or interesting places.  But not all of them.  I hope there's one title here that will speak to you personally and deeply.

    What I love most: that "ah hah" moment when a reader suddenly understands the connections between himself, the past, and the world around him.  Those moments are rarified, mountain-top experiences.



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