‘Here’s something amazing to start your weekend off. The below video shows street scenes in New York City in 1911 but with a significant catch: the video quality has been boosted to 4K and 60 frames per second. It’s also been sharpened, colorized, and ambient sounds have been added…’
Three churches, a school, and dozens of homes were demolished…
You may remember our July 2016 post about the Women’s Reserve Camouflage Corps, made up of women artists who developed camouflage for use by American troops in Europe during World War I. The websit…
How one NYC policewoman became a media sensation.
On February 18, 2014, Tom Cutterham asked, “Was the American Revolution a Civil War?” According to Cutterham, understanding the Revolution that way might be useful. If we did, he suggested, “we’d better understand the way the modern world—the nexus of state, citizen, and property—was born in and determined by violence.”
Understanding the American Revolution as a civil war is an accepted concept. In 1975, John Shy argued that the Revolution was a civil war. Since then, a number of historians have made similar propositions. More recently, in 2012, Alan Taylor delivered a talk, in New Mexico, titled “The First American Civil War: The Revolution.” There are other instances, too, and they are not hard to find or engage with. I don’t think historians will jettison the civil war framework, either. Indeed, we will be understanding the Revolution as a civil war indefinitely.
Was the American Revolution a “civil war,” though? I mean, seriously? Or, is framing the Revolution as a…
Originally posted on The Yesteryear Gazette.
Such Is Happy Possibility – Some Cities Have It Now
A Fourth Of July without fear and discomfort, noise and bloodshed is the glad hope held out to American patriots who have suffered the agony of the classic celebration for many years, and who have believed it their doom to withstand the festal rites until a giant cracker should put them out of their misery. Red-eyed and pale, the patriots have risen on the July morn and wondered whether the sacrifices of the men of 1776 equaled those of the annual celebrants since that date. The death list of the glorious day in these United States for the last six years is 1,316. The wounded number is 27,980. If Washington had suffered such casualties in a few battles England might yet be sending viceroys over here to manage the country.
It seems extravagant to hope for a sane and safe Fourth, but it’s coming. In fact, it has arrived in several small cities, and maybe next year New Yorkers will not have to flee to the woods, stuff their ears with cotton, increase their tire insurance and wonder whether their offspring will lose their hair or their eyes or their fingers. The peace movement is gaining ground. Explosive patriotism is on the run, and after a while people will be surprised that they ever rejoiced by annoying and hurting themselves.
The method of attaining a quiet, wholesome holiday, as practiced by Springfield, Mass., Detroit and Hinsdale, Ill., is not prohibition as much as substitution. A rational public celebration takes the place of…
Originally posted on Strange Company
In the late 19th century, Dr. Morgan Dix was one of America’s most active and respected churchmen. For over fifty years, he was associated with New York’s Trinity Church, first as minister, and then as rector. He also wrote a number of religious works. He was a genuinely godly man: kindly and tolerant, if somewhat on the stodgy side.
What makes this otherwise uncontroversial man of God relevant to this blog is that he was also once the victim of a bizarre and long-drawn-out hoax that was a considerably more sinister variation of the famous “Berner Street Hoax” of 1810.
Rev. Dix’s ordeal began on the morning of February 18,1880, when he answered a doorbell ring at his rectory. Standing outside was a respectable-looking man in clerical garb, who presented himself as a head of an academy for young ladies. He was there in response to Dix’s letter asking them to take three little girls into their establishment.
Dix politely explained that there was some strange mistake: He had never sent such a letter, and for the matter of that, did not even know three girls who needed to be placed in a school. The man went on his way. Dix brooded over the matter for a moment, shrugged it off, and returned to his breakfast.
It was a breakfast he was fated to leave unfinished. In fact, he would not have a peaceful meal again for quite some time. Scarcely had he sat down again when another representative…