In the 30-year struggle to abolish slavery, John Greenleaf Whittier played an important role as a poet, as a politician, and as a moral force. Although he was among the most ardent of the antebellum reformers, he was saved from the besetting sin of that class—a narrowing and self-consuming zeal—by his equal insistence on tolerance, a quality he had come to cherish all the more through his study of the persecution of his Quaker ancestors. But if Whittier’s life was dramatic for the moral, political, and, on occasion, physical conflicts it included, his poetry—the best of it—is of at least equal significance. Whittier was a highly regarded poet during the second half of the 19th century,
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… his collected poetry includes a core of excellent work, at the head of which stands his masterpiece, Snow-Bound. A Winter Idyl (1866), a lovingly imaginative recreation of the good life in rural New England. This work—together with “Telling the Bees,” “Ichabod,” “Massachusetts to Virginia,” “Skipper Ireson’s Ride,” “The Rendition,” “The Double-Headed Snake of Newbury,” and a dozen or so others—suggests not only the New England source of Whittier’s finest achievements but also the predominant appeal that folk material had for his imagination.
Whittier’s youth—indeed, his whole life—was deeply rooted in the values, history, and traditions of rural Essex County, Massachusetts. Born on December 17, 1807 near Haverhill, Massachusetts, in a farmhouse that his great-great-grandfather had built in the 17th century, John Greenleaf Whittier grew up in a poor but respectable household characterized by hard work, Quaker piety, and warm family affection. A more distinctive part of his background was the rich tradition of folklore in the region; tales of witches and ghosts told on winter evenings by the fire exercised the young Whittier’s imagination. But his discovery of the Scottish poet Robert Burns, who could speak the beauty of the commonplace circumstances of a rural environment, made him wish to be a poet.
In 1829 Whittier was 22, too frail to be of much help on the farm, too poor to have given himself more than a year at the Haverhill Academy, and already beginning to doubt his abilities as a poet. He accepted the editorship of The American Manufacturer, a political weekly in Boston. This position had been secured for him by William Lloyd Garrison, himself a young newspaper editor who was just then beginning his long career as an abolitionist. Whittier entered journalism for the opportunity to write. What he learned from the experience, however, were politics and polemics.
Kyle Carruth, a “Lubbock 2nd Amendment Coalition” leader, shot and killed Chad Read, his girlfriend’s children’s father, in Texas on Nov 5. Carruth, whose ex-wife is a Gov. Abbott-appointed District Judge, hasn’t been arrested or charged with a crime.
Thanksgiving 1973. Transferred to the Air Force base even twenty year veterans could not find on a map, deep into the middle of Mississippi. No time for leave, frozen for a thirteen month unaccompaned tour, twenty-four hour notice for departure, will completed at the adjutant generals office, still needed to requal with M-16, and it was (did I say) in the deep South. So we find a restaurant, locals recommended, that served a turkey day meal. Bird was good, the various side dishes were good. We did have a bit of a tough time trying to eat grits stuffing.
A command in Vietnam had issued the “freeze” on me so no other command could take me.
All of my Thanksgiving celebrations were pretty nonexistent as they were usually a time of switching to the next household during school vacations. When with my one aunt, it was time for the fruit cakes and candy making as she always did fudge, divinity, and fruit cakes as gifts for friends and family.
Ah, crap. The great, common denominator. PatD- Great clip! Thanks!
I remember the smell of feathers in hot water as my grandma plucked the pheasant and duck we were given one year. That was the first year that I just ate sides and dessert. Somehow, I still thought store-bought was fine. I was about eleven, I think.
The longest Thanksgiving was the one I spent in a yard eating pecans. The mother of my boyfriend-at-the -time, was hours late for everything.
They held dinner for her, so that was her form of control. After the relish trays were empty, we all went out in the yard and ate papershell pecans.
“As God as my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.” It’s a classic!
I love the parade, not for the parade, but for views of NYC. I’m booked for a trip in the spring.
I do like the marching bands, despite having hated actually being in marching band.
Time to make the cranberry/apple/orange salad, which takes about 5 seconds in a NutriBullet.
My job was to grind the cranberries and apples in a device my grandma hooked onto a kitchen chair.
What’s all this talk about Thanksgiving inflation? We got a 21lb turkey from Giant for $8. Of course as city folk we seldom drive so gas prices not affecting us.
The first two hours of the Beatles Get Back on Disney is amazing. They’re sitting around, bickering, making up nonsense lyrics, changing chord structures, bitching about the acoustics, dancing and just fussing around when all of a sudden, they look down, look up, hit a chord and there’s a perfect BEATLES song courtesy of LENNON & McCARTNEY.
All the musically inclined on here and particularly Sturgeone would really get off on seeing it happen.
Known as King Philip’s War (or the Great Narragansett War), the conflict devastated the Wampanoags and forever shifted the balance of power in favor of European arrivals. Wampanoags today remember the Pilgrims’ entry to their homeland as a day of deep mourning, rather than a moment of giving thanks.
But for a regular audience who wants a narrative and a coherent story, it is a taxing, super baggy documentary series, wandering around for what seems like hours on end until it finally lands on a story beat that creates a little drama (take episode one which is borderline unwatchable until it snaps to attention at the end when, after 2.5 of watching the band jam, George Harrison quits the band and leaves the recording sessions).
Massasoit got along with the colonists. (Initially, they helped each other. That’s where the story comes from.). His son, Metacom (King Phillip), not so much. The son of my first ancestor in the Massachusetts colony was killed in the King Phillip War.
I just think of Thanksgiving as a harvest festival. Just another pagan holiday.
What are your most memorable or miserable or momentous?
the age-old question on thanksgiving day: “what are you thankful for?”
a bit of thanksgiving poetry from a bit of john greenleaf whittier’s “the pumpkin”
and a bit from the poetry foundation about whittier himself:
Kyle Carruth, a “Lubbock 2nd Amendment Coalition” leader, shot and killed Chad Read, his girlfriend’s children’s father, in Texas on Nov 5. Carruth, whose ex-wife is a Gov. Abbott-appointed District Judge, hasn’t been arrested or charged with a crime.
Thanksgiving 1973. Transferred to the Air Force base even twenty year veterans could not find on a map, deep into the middle of Mississippi. No time for leave, frozen for a thirteen month unaccompaned tour, twenty-four hour notice for departure, will completed at the adjutant generals office, still needed to requal with M-16, and it was (did I say) in the deep South. So we find a restaurant, locals recommended, that served a turkey day meal. Bird was good, the various side dishes were good. We did have a bit of a tough time trying to eat grits stuffing.
A command in Vietnam had issued the “freeze” on me so no other command could take me.
All of my Thanksgiving celebrations were pretty nonexistent as they were usually a time of switching to the next household during school vacations. When with my one aunt, it was time for the fruit cakes and candy making as she always did fudge, divinity, and fruit cakes as gifts for friends and family.
As regional poets go, James Whitcomb Riley is solidly set in mid 1800s midwest.
When the Frost is on the Punkin
BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY
Ah, crap. The great, common denominator. PatD- Great clip! Thanks!
I remember the smell of feathers in hot water as my grandma plucked the pheasant and duck we were given one year. That was the first year that I just ate sides and dessert. Somehow, I still thought store-bought was fine. I was about eleven, I think.
The longest Thanksgiving was the one I spent in a yard eating pecans. The mother of my boyfriend-at-the -time, was hours late for everything.
They held dinner for her, so that was her form of control. After the relish trays were empty, we all went out in the yard and ate papershell pecans.
Every Thanksgiving for the last several decades has had one special television viewing, not football, WKRP in Cincinnati – Turkeys. Life is good.
“As God as my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.” It’s a classic!
I love the parade, not for the parade, but for views of NYC. I’m booked for a trip in the spring.
I do like the marching bands, despite having hated actually being in marching band.
Time to make the cranberry/apple/orange salad, which takes about 5 seconds in a NutriBullet.
My job was to grind the cranberries and apples in a device my grandma hooked onto a kitchen chair.
Sturg –
There’s cell phone video of that murder,
Widow releases video of Chad Read’s fatal shooting in South Lubbock
https://www.lubbockonline.com/story/news/crime/2021/11/24/video-shows-shooting-chad-read-linked-kyle-carruth-lubbock-home/8754796002/
Happy Thanksgiving!
gonna eat lots of turkey and watch some football with Rick’s brother, Dan and his significant other…
I’m brining my turkey this year. very ambitious
What’s all this talk about Thanksgiving inflation? We got a 21lb turkey from Giant for $8. Of course as city folk we seldom drive so gas prices not affecting us.
The first two hours of the Beatles Get Back on Disney is amazing. They’re sitting around, bickering, making up nonsense lyrics, changing chord structures, bitching about the acoustics, dancing and just fussing around when all of a sudden, they look down, look up, hit a chord and there’s a perfect BEATLES song courtesy of LENNON & McCARTNEY.
All the musically inclined on here and particularly Sturgeone would really get off on seeing it happen.
Yeah but I’ll have to wait till it comes to the drive-in…..
Bob that looked some kind of Texas stuff going down over there in south Lubbock that day…..
Stuffed our brined turkey with peeled oranges. Eager to see how that turns out.
The Myths of the Thanksgiving Story
Sturgeone
I think you can get a free trial and then cancel when the weekend is over.
I checked and you can’t get it direct from Disney, but if you have Amazon, you can subscribe for free there and then cancel.
I’m trying to enjoy Beatles on Disney but fell asleep twice. Sorry but find it really boring
I can’t understand hardly anything they’re saying
This Beatles thing is a bloody mess.
Bowie Little Richard and Jagger
Happy Thanksgiving to all.
Craig
Must be me. I just like the creative process even when they were only weeks away from breaking up forever, but they kept writing great music.
That stern and
rock bound coast felt
like an amateur
when it saw how grim
the puritans that
landed on it were.
—archie, Don Marquis
Craig
This reviewer pretty much agrees with you
Sturgeone
mehitabel did not have an easy non capitalized life
Massasoit got along with the colonists. (Initially, they helped each other. That’s where the story comes from.). His son, Metacom (King Phillip), not so much. The son of my first ancestor in the Massachusetts colony was killed in the King Phillip War.
I just think of Thanksgiving as a harvest festival. Just another pagan holiday.
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