Seeking a Literary Agent!

Karen is currently seeking representation in order to publish her memoir, The Other Woman.

Contact Karen using the form below.

This photo is of The Roofless Church, a world famous church in New Harmony, IN. The dome here is part of a beautiful walled 8 acre open space and Jane Blaffer Owen got press in the NYT for her amazing dream come true. Notice anything strange in this photo? And who's that young guy? Photo Credit: James K. Mellow, St. Louis MO

Jan 1, 2020

Dear Jean P. S. Part Three




Dear Jean P.S., Part Three of ten, Karen Chadwick’s Tribute to:
David Dale, A Life by David J. McLaren, Stenlake Publisher, Ayrshire, Scotland, 2015, a truly beautiful new book rich with photos, docs, maps, all supporting Dr. McLaren’s extensive research on David Dale, 1739-1806. Dale was one of the first “Captains of Industry” at the dawn of the Industrial Revolution with his new cotton yarn mill in New Lanark, Scotland beginning in 1786. I found this book fascinating for a few reasons, here’s one.
In 1799, Dale’s oldest daughter, Anne Caroline, married Robert Owen. RO married into a pot of money. In 1825, RO purchased a town from a departing Lutheran cult in the new state of Indiana and renamed it New Harmony. RO took his passion for social engineering, six of his well-educated adult children, were joined by other dreamers, and attempted to create an intellectual communal experiment that failed two years later. RO could talk the talk; he couldn’t walk the walk. In spite of this expensive failure, RO became world famous for his radical ideas of how to shape good humans. To this day, there is a “Robert Owen Society” in Japan, for instance.
Flash forward to 1995 and my new job in New Harmony as private secretary to Jane Blaffer Owen, JBO. She married Kenneth Dale Owen, KDO, in 1941.  I worked for her when she was in her 80s. She brought great wealth to the marriage as her Blaffer/Texas roots were in Humble Oil and Texaco Oil, which morphed to Exxon. KDO was a descendant of David Dale and Robert Owen, through Richard Dale Owen. Elsewhere on this blog is their genealogy record. Wealth from the Dale/Owen legacy had evaporated by KDO’s time. Young Jane Blaffer appreciated that this suitor was not from the lazy wealthy class she grew up with and she was impressed that he had worked his way through college. That credential and his notable name sealed the deal.
This wing of the Owen family continued with the tradition of honoring David Dale. Kenneth and Jane gave the Dale name as middle name to two of their daughters. The Blaffer wealth saved an interesting portion of American history as Jane Blaffer Owen poured herself into the restoration and renovation of New Harmony for over 70 years. I helped.
All page references from David Dale, A Life. Buy it! It’s valuable.
                                        *   *   *   *   *   *   *
David Dale of New Lanark by David J. McLaren, Caring Books, Glasgow, 1999, my copy autographed!
 *   *   *   *   *   *   *
David Dale of New Lanark by David J. McLaren, Milngavie: Heatherbank Press, 1983. This research regarding Dale, New Lanark Mills and child labor is the basis for a letter to my young nephews on this blog and also an appendix of my manuscript, The Other Woman, Private Secretary to a Daughter of Exxon Oil. I seek an agent/publisher for this work.  
                                         *    *    *    *    *    *    
Gratitude to Dr. David J. McLaren and Dougie MacLean, Dunkeld Records, Perthshire
                               *    *    *    *    *    *   
Dear Jean P.S.  Part Three of 10, January 1, 2020
                         
Back to the 1820s.
As the Scots and other Europeans were rushing to this beautiful piece of real estate, Native Americans were being poisoned, tricked, given alcohol to create drunks who wouldn’t fight, and most harsh, their children taken from them and forced to attend “resident school” to force them to act like whites while crushing any tribal custom beliefs.
           Most likely, vague family lore regarding a Cherokee in the mix was my great grandmother. Was she part of this crime? The one photo of her, early 20th century, with my grandfather as a child, with several other small children, that I saw for 5 minutes once, showed that her hand, draped around my grandfather, was a very dark skin hand, much darker than her face. Her face, her hair, her clothing looked typical rural American. But that hand, sweet clue. Hope she adjusted to the hateful family she joined. Her child, my grandfather was Robert E. Lee ______. My father was Robert E. Lee _______ Jr. Kentucky. The Wah. Don’t ask.
Unfortunately, this crime still rolls on with a new name “Indian adoption” and children are removed now, 2019, from First Nations families for a variety of thin reasons. Child living with grandmother, no running water in the residence? Out. Child taken that day by state social worker, never to see Native family ever again. The grandmother has managed her whole life with hauling water, yet the white social worker has no training to grasp this at all. The recent case that the Supreme Court considered, “Baby Veronica,” 2013, was a bit out of the ordinary “Indian adoptions,” yet the backstory gives the harsh and current truth: https://www.wnycstudios.org/story/295210-adoptive-couple-v-baby-girl.
 Most revealing, Europeans tried to make American Indians be slaves but that quickly proved to be a waste of time, they were not compliant with the rule of the whip. First Nations people in that situation literally shut down and died or disappeared in the middle of the night before they could be killed by the slave master.
Perhaps you’ve heard of the Scotland mess referred to as The Clearances? Google it, it was ugly for a very long time. That mess, perpetrated on Scots by Scots, was about the land. Scots who lived in the north were known as Highlanders — still are! — and were part of various tribal groups who had survived in very difficult circumstances in a place that has a very short summer, harsh land for food production, yet the Highlanders were and are tough, hardy, strong people. Highlanders did not have deeds to land, yet a few very wealthy and powerful Scots there did have “legal” ownership of the land and over time made all effort to clear their property of tribal ones. For over hundreds of years, in a thousand ways, they were pushed off ancient land, migrating out of desperation. They often came to either the West Indies or North American colonies or, after 1783, to the new USA for land. One of my Dear Jean letters, #3, 1792, chats up an ill-fated ship, The Fortune, launched from the Highlands headed for North Carolina in 1791. It set off in a serious storm, floundered for two weeks just off shore, and limped into the River Clyde with many dead, many starving. David Dale made the survivors an offer. Read the Dear Jean letters.
An aside here, a photo used on the cover of McLaren’s 2015 book, David Dale, A Life, shows the ruins of the Spinningdale Mill, a textile mill that Dale and others built and attempted to operate in the far north of the Highlands to encourage the Highlanders to stay, work, all that. It was quickly a failure for several reasons and Dale lost big money on the project. A factor in the failure was that Highlanders weren’t willing to become factory workers, not only were they extremely independent folks, they primarily lived their lives in the great outdoors, not stuck inside 72 hours a week.  I wonder why it was chosen as the cover photo. Wish I could have been a fly on the wall when that was being discussed. Curious.
Nevertheless, many Scots did land in North America. I wonder if they considered what was happening to the indigenous folks in North America as very much like what had happened to the tribal Highlanders? Hmm. Right up there with what’s happening to the Palestinians right now, they failed long ago to do the legal paperwork for their homeland, made assumptions to their land rights, and oh oh — Israel did the paperwork, and is taking ancient lands from the Arabs, doing genocide in slow mo. The tragedy of this struggle was fueled by early lies, like this one, “Israel, a land without people for a people without a land.” Poison the Palestinian town well, that’ll encourage them to leave. Another chapter in the “LAND” playbook, eh?
One First Nations tribe did play the game. A distinctive tribe in Ecuador, the Quichua, learned of the concept, went and recorded their many thousands of acres with new Spain government, got proper deeds, and to this day are happy tribal landowners still speaking their own language, living as they wish. Another tribe who survived the mess is the Menomonee tribe of Wisconsin. Look at a map of that state, see the large area with almost no roads and LOTS of trees? Yep, Menomonee, they have over 200,000 acres to call their own. Whew.
Let’s return to 1820s USA and look at various dynamics like travel, land, birds, buffalo, religion, money, and society.
Travel
 Dig deep into your imagination, wipe away all modern travel options, and picture this truth of the time: how to travel. Throw comfort away. Oh, yes, there are options, which pain this time? Time, oh, like going one hundred miles in only four days? The weather must have been good.
In the early 1800s, you either rode a horse you owned or one you rented, or paid to ride in an uncomfortable small space with strangers and constant jostling with harsh dirt road conditions aka commercial horse drawn carriage, or paid money to go by riverboat, or walked. Many women were accomplished horse riders, side saddle, that was a common skill. Taverns and roadhouses would most usually have horses for rent, and the rider would continue their journey with rented horse, to next tavern overnight, rent the next horse, and so on. Taverns and roadhouses commonly provided overnight accommodations, and were often known to be nasty, dirty, and uncomfortable from many traveler’s accounts. Keep this in mind: after dark, the byways belonged to the bad guys. Yet the people I introduce here were all were big on travel. FYI, on horseback, depending on horse’s health, how rider is setting pace (walk, canter, trot, gallop/run), weather and land conditions, 15-25 miles a day was reasonable by horse. A person walking, maybe 10-15 miles, depending on above factors and include what you have to carry, what might be on your feet or not, children, strength, health, and motivation. Ever walk very far in foot gear that doesn’t fit your foot? Ouch with every step. Socks? Are you rich?
The Land
Now dig deep into your dream state, and conjure North America natural history before pale face arrived. Here’s a glimpse.
The trees. North America was tree rich; forests went on for thousands of miles, it must have been beautiful. The abundant natural resources meant profit waiting for industrious whites who could endure the often harsh and primitive conditions once any remaining “savages” were expelled. Keep in mind the worst thing an indigenous person ever put in the water was a canoe. Who’s the real savage?
The birds. Scientists estimate that there were 3 – 5 billion - yes Billion - passenger pigeons living in eastern, central, and northern North America at the time of Christopher Columbus landing, 1492. These birds were 1/3 larger than the mourning dove. The birds and the land needed each other, they had coexisted for millennia. When vast pigeon colonies started their nesting work, they used a lot of real estate that stretched for hundreds of miles, one, in 1871, was 850 sq. miles. They would settle in for the few weeks of nest building, egg laying, and two parents tending one chick once a year. Before chicks could take flight, often First Nations hunters removed some chicks just before they could fly as food source. Indigenous hunters did not kill adult pigeons, they only took fat chicks and pigeon population remained balanced and healthy despite this human intrusion. And yes, as First Nations folks were forced to grapple with cash culture, some did start harvesting the birds for money, desperate people do desperate things.
Passenger pigeons only existed on the North American continent, nowhere else. Scientists now surmise that there were two or three primary flocks, each containing many millions of birds. They had a simple solution of how to find a meal for millions, go where the food is! They did not migrate for seasonal conditions as other birds do, they only moved around as their favorite nuts would be available. Once it was recorded that one of the huge flocks appeared in Canada in January. One of their food sources was acorns, and that bird would swallow the whole nut, their craw could hold 8-10 acorns — about ½ cup — at a time. Their system could break down the very hard nutshell, and finally the meat of the nut would pass to the bird’s stomach.
Early Europeans to North America were shocked at how pigeons would be so destructive to a forest area where they roosted for the night, and worse, what would result to a forest after the birds had nested for several weeks to make more pigeons. True, those forests would look like a tornado had hit, as many hundreds of birds roosting could topple a tree. However, this had been happening for many centuries, the forest looked fine a year later, and you bet the trees loved the bonus of rich nutrients from bird waste. The First Nations folks understood the balance, the Europeans did not.
When white hunters realized such abundant food was either roosting or nesting in the area, they killed as many birds as they could. This became a quick and easy way to make money, sell pigeon meat, aka “squab.” Henry David Thoreau has several accounts in his diary of neighbors setting up captive pigeons on poles to attract other pigeons to kill for food and commercial product. Considering Thoreau’s accounts, very likely the pigeons his neighbors were harvesting were not part of a large flock. By the 1850s there had been so much human disruption of ancient flock life, many birds were separated from primary group and left to struggle as individuals or very small groups. It became sport to shoot a gun into the massive flock flying overhead, just for fun. Scientists grieve that so little data was gathered regarding these birds, even John J. Audubon got it wrong, the birds were so ubiquitous they were considered a common nuisance. By 1870s, the last vast flocks were observed. By 1914, the last Passenger Pigeon died in captivity in the Cincinnati Zoo. I refer you to the excellent book, A Feathered River Across the Sky, The Passenger Pigeon’s Flight to Extinction by Joel Greenberg. Warning — get ready for stupidity to meet greed.
The buffalo. Speaking of white man’s love of shooting, how about those buffalo? Again, First Nations folks were grateful for such an animal, did what they could to keep flocks coming to the vast open prairies of what became Illinois and several states westward. Indigenous Americans were known to set grassland fires to get new grass growth and thus buffalo appearing for fresh grass. They used every part of buffalo for food, health, housing, art, regalia, and more. Whites made killing buffalo a casual sport and as soon as trains started moving through buffalo turf, shooting from a moving train into flocks of buffalo became a manly activity. Really. We almost killed the last buffalo, but wise folks stepped in, and now small buffalo populations live on protected lands, something went right for a change.
Here’s one sad fact: when guns were invented, the only way to make a gun was one at a time, all guns were complete artisan craft and quite expensive. Until the very guy who invented the cotton gin, American Eli Whitney, who failed to make profit from that invention due to poor legal understanding of how to manage sales and rights. In 1797, he finally found fortune by inventing the way to make lots of guns in an assembly line concept. Now more folks could afford such a toy. Bang bang.
To be continued

Citations and Bibliography
Apted, Michael, Director, and Rostock, Susanne, Editor. Incident at Oglala, 1992. Film.
Cep, Casey. Book review Finish The Fight!, The New Yorker Magazine, July 8 &15, 2019. Print.
Cole, Margaret. Robert Owen of New Lanark. Augustus M. Kelley, Publishers, New York, 1953 and 1969. Print. 
Dickens, Charles. A Tale of Two Cities. 1859. Print.
Dickmeyer, Elisabeth Reuther. Putting the World Together, My Father Walter Reuther: The Liberal Warrior. LivingForce Publishing, 2004. Print.
DuVernay, Ava. Director, When They See Us. Netflix. 2019. Film.
Fraser, Antonia. Mary Queen of Scots. Dell Publishing Co., Inc. 1969. Print.
Gallagher, Marsha V., Sears, John F. Karl Bodmer’s Eastern Views. Joslyn Art Museum, Omaha Nebraska. 1996. Print.
Grann, David, Killers of the Flower Moon: The Osage Murders and Birth of the FBI. Doubleday, 2017. Print.
Greenberg, Joel. A Feathered River Across the Sky, The Passenger Pigeon’s Flight to Extinction. Bloomsbury, USA, New York. 2014. Print.
McLaren, David J. David Dale, A Life. Stenlake Publishing Ltd. 2015. Print.
McLaren, David J. David Dale of New Lanark, A Bright Luminary to Scotland. Caring Books. 1999. Print.
McLaren, David J. David Dale of New Lanark. Milngavie: Heatherbank Press. 1983. Print.
MacLean, Dougie. Songs, “Rank and Roses” “Thundering In” Indigenous. Dunkeld Records. 1991. Album.
Mallett, John. Malt, A Practical Guide from Field to Brewhouse. Brewers Publications. 2014. Print.
Maximilian of Weid-Neuwied, Prince. Travels in the Interior of North America, 1832-1834. 1843. Print.
Morris, Celia. Fanny Wright, Rebel in America. Harvard University Press. 1984. Print.
Nair, Mira. Director. Queen of Katwe. Disney/ESPN. 2016. Film.
Owen, Robert. A New View of Society. 1813. Print.
Preston, David. “The Trigger.” Smithsonian. October 2019. Print.
Walker, Janet R. and Burkhardt, Richard W. Eliza Julia Flower, Letters of an English Gentlewoman: Life on the Illinois-Indiana Frontier 1817-1861. Ball State University. 1991. Print.
Walker, Janet R. Wonder Workers on the Wabash. Historic New Harmony. 1999. Print.
Warren, Leonard. Maclure of New Harmony. Indiana University Press. 2009. Print.

Other web sources include:







No comments:

Post a Comment