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Surprises along NYS roads, from kazoos to knives and bottles

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The American Museum of Cutlery is located in Cattaraugus, NY. (Photo: Chuck D’Imperio.)

Did you know that Eden, NY is the kazoo capitol of the world and home to the Kazoo Museum and the Original American Kazoo Company (established 1916), the only metal kazoo factory in the United States? No. I didn’t know either until a new book from Syracuse University Press was highlighted in the publisher’s latest catalog.

“Unknown Museums of Upstate New York: A Guide to 50 Treasures,” by Chuck D’Imperio, takes us to the Catskill Fly Fishing Museum, to a bottle museum, one devoted to the history of cobblestones–and the Kazoo Museum. The book explores 50 specialized and quirky institutions, all of them north of New York City.

Full disclosure: While I’m not related to the inventor of the kazoo or mother of a cobble-maker, I do love small, narrowly focused museums and historical societies.

For example, on a trip to Cape Breton, Nova Scotia, I spent a couple of hours in the Acadian Museum in Cheticamp–hooked rugs and other crafts upstairs, and a two-room historical museum downstairs. An elderly woman who greeted me as I entered gave me a personal and vivid lesson in Acadian and maritime history.

On another trip to the southwest, we stopped into a storefront filled with regional exhibits and memorabilia. The volunteer on duty told endless stories about wolves and grizzly bears, about high desert survival, and the eccentrics who moved through the landscape over the last few centuries.

That’s the thing about small museums, the volunteers and staff are always passionate about their exhibits.

kazooBack to kazoos…this quote lifted from the Kazoo Museum website:

The kazoo was invented by an American named Alabama Vest and made to his specifications by a German clock master named Thaddeus Von Clegg in Macon, Georgia back in the 1840′s. A traveling salesman by the name of Emil Sorg brought the idea of manufacturing metal kazoos to Western New York in about 1912. He teamed up with Michael McIntyre, a Buffalo tool and die maker, and together they found a way to manufacture the first production kazoos. McIntyre moved to Eden, New York where he went into partnership with Harry Richardson, the owner of a metal forming plant. The kazoo has become as American as apple pie. It is the most democratic of instruments because anyone can play.

So Chuck D’Imperio’s book intrigues me. He’s serious about the places he’s chosen for inclusion in this guide. Like his previous book, “Monumental New York! A Guide to 30 Iconic Memorials in Upstate New York,” this collection directs you to places worth visiting, particularly if you find yourself on a summer drive in an unfamiliar part of the state.

Robert Lewis Stevenson at the Cottage, third from left. (Photo: Robert Lewis Stevenson Cottage and Museum website.)

Robert Lewis Stevenson at the Cottage, third from left. (Photo: Robert Lewis Stevenson Cottage and Museum website.)

I think Senator Betty Little, who represents our region and chairs the Senate Cultural Affairs, Tourism, Parks and Recreation Committee, really nailed it in the “blurb” she provided for the book:

“Whether well-known or unfamiliar, every museum in the state tells us something about who we are and what we’re about as New Yorkers.”

By the way, D’Imperio directs us to destinations located throughout the state, including our neck of the woods, home to The Robert Louis Stevenson Memorial Cottage and Museum in Saranac Lake.

Now, share with us your favorite small museums and historical society exhibits.

Mapping where we really go, and who we really talk to

coveragemap1Here’s a map of the NCPR coverage area but this column is not about where our signal goes or who listens…at least I don’t think it’s about that.

Look at the map and try to draw a boundary around your most common travel routes. There used to be a comic strip called, I think, “The Family Circus,” in which the artist would often draw the circuitous route of a child’s activities around the house and yard over the course of a day.

This is kind of what I’m asking you to imagine–only think about a typical week or month.

If you live in Watertown, is your regional travel bordered by Clayton or Kingston, Fort Drum, and Adams most days?

If you’re in Plattsburgh, is the shape of your regular travel cornered by Burlington, Elizabethtown and Malone?

Get the idea?

What started this was a wonderful blog entry from NPR’s Robert Krulwich Sarah Harris sent me last month. Krulwich, citing the work of German physicist Dirk Brockman, explores the notion of “whom do you hang with” based on how money moves around regions of our country. Here’s Brockman’s map:

Dirk Brockman's map of regions of interaction in the US.

Dirk Brockman’s map of regions of interaction in the US.

As Sarah pointed out, it looks like northern NY is in the large East Coast band of interaction; while Vermont is firmly within the New England/Boston sphere of influence.

The more muted blue lines indicate money “sloshing around” within a region, but the darker blue borders are really hard and fast in terms of keeping money from moving outward.

Later in Krulwich’s post, he explores another study that tracked phone usage as the basis for visual mapping of our social interactions.

Okay, so back to the beginning.

What’s your home base, where do you go and where do you spend money on a regular basis? And, with whom do you have the most phone interaction–people within your home community or family and friends who live elsewhere?

Major art event opens in Ottawa: Sakahàn

"A Peak in Darien," detail of an installation by New Zealand artist Michael Parekowhai at Musee du Quai Branly, Paris. Parekowhai is one of many indigenous artists represented in the exhibit "Sakahan" opening Friday, May 17, at the National Gallery of Canada. Photo: dalbera, Creative Commons, some rights reserved

“A Peak in Darien,” detail of an installation by New Zealand artist Michael Parekowhai at Musee du Quai Branly, Paris. Parekowhai is one of many indigenous artists represented in the exhibit “Sakahan” opening Friday, May 17, at the National Gallery of Canada. Photo: dalbera, Creative Commons, some rights reserved

Here’s the blurb, from a National Gallery webpage on Sakahàn:

This summer, the National Gallery of Canada is staging one of the most ambitious contemporary art exhibitions in its history. With installations filling both floors of our special exhibition spaces as well as our contemporary art galleries—not to mention several public spaces inside and outside the Gallery—Sakahàn: International Indigenous Art is Canada’s must-see exhibition this year.

I actually encountered advance “buzz” about this show back in February, but it seemed too soon to put in on station blogs.

Early mentions were quite positive. Sakahàn would be the “…largest exhibition of contemporary indigenous art ever held in the world, according to curators”, an event that could reduce the distance between aboriginal art and high art, or so some hoped.

Well, time sure flies and now it’s here. This major summer exhibit opens Friday, May 17th. (The last day will be Monday Sept 2nd).

Ottawa Citizen “Big Beat” blogger Peter Simpson calls Sakahàn “a spectacular show

The massive exhibition of indigenous art — the largest ever held anywhere, the National Gallery says — is a sweeping look at the work from Mexico to Norway to New Zealand and, of course, Canada. It sprawls throughout the gallery, and out onto the grounds. By the time all of its components are up and running it’ll have satellite exhibitions in the Ottawa Art Gallery, SAW Gallery, Carleton University Art Gallery, the Museum of Civilization, the National Arts Centre and in other Ottawa venues. Like a wave of colonizing settlers, the art in Sakahàn has taken over the land.

In a separate post Simpson hints at a huge “surprise” that will also catch the eye of anyone in the vicinity of the National Gallery – a beautiful building with a spectacular view any time of year.

Now I’ll put my foot in my mouth and ask about the pros and cons of lumping art in this manner.

Pro: without a group focus, most of this art might not be seen, or would be seen in scattered isolation.

Pro: native/aboriginal people do have much in common and can benefit from greater networking and linkage

Pro: non-natives (like me) can learn more by being exposed to a broad range of aboriginal art and issues gathered in one place

(What other “pro” points have I overlooked?)

Con: Should diverse, individual artists be lumped this way? Is doing that a blessing, or a curse?

This is a question I often ponder, even though asking it comes across as impolite, or worse.

But, seriously: what makes native or aboriginal art native or aboriginal? Is it the nature of the art? The ethnicity of the artist? The larger native culture that decides who’s in and who’s out? All of the above?

What defines this? Should it be defined?

I’m from Hawaii where many, many races co-existing and (so-called) intermarriage is the norm. Hawaii is proud of being a rainbow culture. Even so, I often have the same (equally impolite) questions there.

For example, when someone who is 1/32nd Hawaiian self-identifies as a Hawaiian artist, well, at that level of genetic code, couldn’t a non-Hawaiian who also identifies with native culture be equally “Hawaiian”? How much of this is about so-called blood, and how much of it is about culture?

The same question comes up in similar ways over things like gender, or age.

Is there such a thing as “women writers”, for example? Or are all writers just writers?

At the Oscars, why are there separate categories for actress and actor? Is acting a gender specific activity? Or are we simply better able ( more accustomed) to compare by gender?

At the Olympics, were minimum ages for sports like women’s gymnastics adopted to protect children, or because a slip of pre-adolescent can flip and contort in ways a 16-year-old woman can’t?

Now I’ve wandered far afield from the original question. But here we are!

When do you find grouping by category helpful? When do you think it hurts?

And putting all that aside, if you’re in Ottawa this summer, consider dropping in on Sakahàn. It sounds very worthwhile.

Listening Post: Which kind are you?

Times Square, New York: JasonParis and  Bourbon Street, New Orleans: Kyle Monohan, Creative Commons, some rights reserved

Times Square, New York: JasonParis and Bourbon Street, New Orleans: Kyle Monohan, Creative Commons, some rights reserved

There are two kinds of people… no, no–not beer or wine, not Yankees or Sox, not Star Wars or Star Trek. I mean Met Opera listeners or American Routes listeners. In the interests of democracy, NCPR serves both in their proper season, but personally, one of my “Signs of Spring” is the voice of Nick Spitzer and the sounds of his roots show from New Orleans.

Maybe there are two kinds of people–New York City or New Orleans. New York is too big and too fast and thinks too well of itself for my comfort. I feel a little out of place there, a little in the way of business–like a flock of sheep crossing the Thruway. And the Met Opera is a little too grandiose for me–great music, high drama, spectacle–it’s a little exhausting. Plus, I mostly dress up for weddings and funerals. I prefer to witness music performances with my blue-jeaned backside planted in a folding chair on the lawn.

Though I haven’t been there yet, New Orleans seems more like my kind of town, a little slower, a little unbuttoned, even a little unglued. A town obsessed with good food and good music has its priorities in order. For example, I can’t think of a single Fortune 500 company headquartered in New Orleans. My kind of town.

The North Country is my home, but like most people, I have been to other places that made an impact on me–Portland, Oregon felt homey to me; Seattle did not. San Francisco here I come–but San Diego, not so much. Albuquerque, yes–Phoenix, no. Miami Beach, hola!–Orlando, where’s the exit?

Where do you fall on the opera/roots spectrum? What are some of the towns and cities you love and why? Spill it in a comment below.

Who’s the highest paid NYS public employee?

highestpaidpublicemployeesaYou may have heard that the highest-paid employee in each state is usually the football coach at the largest state school.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is actually a gross mischaracterization: Sometimes it is the basketball coach.

So begins Reuben Fischer-Baum’s infographic blogpost about public salaries across the country. You can see from Reuben’s map that both NYS and VT are part of that minority of ten states in which the highest public employee is either a public college dean or president.

This all reminds me of conversations I had as a teenager with my mother who shook her head at the imbalance in salaries across our society, and gasped with disbelief about the difference in, say, an actor’s salary and the pittance earned by a coal miner or family farmer. These are not publicly funded positions, but I think  her concern is still relevant–it recognizes the peculiar value structure in our society, a value structure we’re all buying into when athletic coaches rank among the highest paid public employees.

So, who do you think should be the highest paid public employee in New York State or Vermont?

 

Remembering Louis T.K. Cook

Louis Cook, not long after he completed six years of service with the US Navy. Pictured on the shores of the St. Lawrence River. (Photo courtesy of Ray Cook.)

Louis Cook, not long after he completed six years of service with the US Navy. Pictured on the shores of the St. Lawrence River. (Photo courtesy of Ray Cook.)

Louis (Louie) Cook, former NCPR jazz host and producer, died on Monday, May 13, 2013 from injuries suffered in a car crash last week. Louie worked at the station from the mid-’70s into the early ’90s. Listeners will remember him as the late night host of “Jazz Waves,” and as the innovative producer of the Native issues and culture series, “You Are On Indian Land.”

Louis played an important role in training and mentoring many young radio producers, particularly those from the Native community, including his first cousin Ray Cook.

When I called Ray after hearing the news of Louie’s passing, Ray said, “Louie was the brother I never had.” Ray described Louie as a lifelong teacher and as the person who was responsible for getting him into radio and media. (Ray is Op/Ed editor at Indian Country Today Media Network.)

For those of us who worked at the station with Louie, our memories are very vivid. Radio Bob said, “Louie was full of life, he had tremendous energy, he was passionate about his music–really, he was bigger than life.”

Martha Foley remembers Louie as “a wild guy!” and said, “He introduced me to jazz–he was the perfect late night jazz host.”

And Martha reminded me of another role Louie played at the station: he taught us about Native rights, sovereignty and dignity. As Martha put it, “He taught us on both professional and personal levels.”

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With some of the NCPR staff, back in our old Payson Hall studios, probably late 1980s. Front row: Peter Euler, Lamar Bliss, Jackie Sauter. Back row: Steve Gotcher, Ellen Rocco, Louie Cook, Martha Foley, Radio Bob, Kathleen Fitzgerald.

I remember a staff meeting, probably sometime in the early or mid-’80s, when a colleague used the expression “Indian giver” in reference to someone who had taken back a present. Quietly but firmly, Louie pointed out the inherent ethnic insult in that common phrase, and that led to a conversation about other elements of everyday language that advanced negative racial stereotypes. (I actually recall the example of “gypped” being discussed as a slur against the Roma people.)

Early in my public radio career, I wrote an application to the New York Humanities Council on behalf of a project Louie was working on. We got the money and Louie produced a three-part series about Ray Fadden, the founder and then-director of the Six Nations Iroquois Museum in Onchiota. During the months of production, Louie would always ask the rest of us to stockpile old bread and other simple foodstuffs for him to bring to recording sessions at the Museum: Ray Fadden rarely asked for money from visitors, but always welcomed food for the bears and other animals he fed on the land around the Museum. The Museum is still going strong today under the direction of Ray’s grandson.

From Louie’s cousin Ray Cook, I’ve learned more about Louie’s childhood, and about the work Louie has been doing in recent years. Louie’s mother was born and raised at Kanawakeh, the Mohawk reservation outside of Montreal; his father was raised on the Akwesasne Mohawk reservation further up river on the St. Lawrence. Louie’s father served as a Marine pilot in WW II and returned to the service as a flying instructor during the Korean War. He died in a training action when Louie was about 10; Louie’s mother died around the same time of a heart attack. He was raised by his extended family at Akwesasne, served six years in the Navy and was trained as a lab technician during that time. He went to college after the service and began working at WSLU (NCPR’s original name when we operated just a single transmitter in Canton) in the late ’70s.

A few years after leaving the station, Louie moved to South Dakota, remarried, and began working with a nonprofit organization that helps Pine Ridge reservation families build and maintain gardens. Louie was a self-trained botanist and I’d be lying through omission if I didn’t tell you that he learned many of his agricultural skills through years of developing growing techniques and seed varieties for the cultivation of marijuana. According to Cousin Ray, at Pine Ridge, Louie was associated with Alex White Plume, former President of the Oglala Sioux Tribe at Pine Ridge, who has worked for years to develop seed and growing techniques for the cultivation of industrial hemp.

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Louie more recently. (Photo courtesy of Ray Cook.)

Louie had his demons. Indeed, Ray Cook used those very words when I talked to him. The good news is that he pushed his way through the emotional and psychological challenges and came out the other side: successful, to my mind, because he spent so many years helping other people.

Bucky Cook, a youngster when Louie worked at the station, is known throughout the Mohawk community at Akwesasne as a host and producer at CKON and as an emcee. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

I’ll keep adding to this post as more old friends, colleagues and family members weigh in with their memories and stories of Louie. Please add your comments and memories, too.

For all at the station, our condolences go out to Bucky and other family members, and to Louie’s friends and extended family at Akwesasne and Pine Ridge.

Skennon. (“peace” in Mohawk–thanks to Ray Cook)

 

 

 

 

Democracy vs. ketchup squeeze bottles

ketchup2Earlier this week Jonathan Brown sent me a link to a recent blog post by HBO talk show host Bill Maher. Maher is an unapologetic liberal commentator. But that’s neither here nor there for the moment.

In the blog post I’ve linked you to, Maher describes attending the White House Correspondents’ Dinner earlier this month, during which the presenters dissed most of the major media outlets for “gettting it wrong” in recent weeks, particularly in their coverage of the Boston Marathon bombing.

But Maher points out that one news program stands out–time and again–as a bona fide purveyor of journalism vs. sensationalism: PBS’s Newshour. He goes on to talk about our ailing fourth estate:

Back in the day, the network news broadcasts weren’t designed to make money. They were a loss leader. Because people understood the difference between news and entertainment: one was something you needed to eat, and the other was dessert.

But then capitalism took over the news business. And since then, the news has gone down…

Hey, don’t get me wrong — capitalism is a great thing. When it comes to designing America a new ketchup bottle that sits upside down so all the ketchupy goodness has already moved right to the opening so that you can then squeeze it on to your fries and avoid all of that needless pounding on the bottom of the old glass ketchup bottles, capitalism is the way you want to go. Because capitalism gets you what you want, and at the lowest price.

But in a democracy, there’s a difference between what you want — my ketchup to come out of the bottle on cue — and what you need, which is an informed citizenry.

Our problem isn’t that we have capitalism and that we have democracy. It’s that we think they’re the same thing.

Public radio and public tv news: the meat and potatoes you squeeze that ketchup onto.

Thanks, Bill.

Does Mars really need earthlings?

A nice place to visit, but would you want to live there? 35 Canadians say yes to a one-way ride. Landscape composite taken by Mars Rover "Spirit" in 2007. Photo: NASA

A nice place to visit, but would you want to live there? 35 Canadians say yes to a one-way ride. Landscape composite taken by Mars Rover “Spirit” in 2007. Photo: NASA

The headline reads: “At least 35 Canadians have applied for one-way trip to Mars“. According to the Canadian Press “Mars One,” a $6-billion private project, hopes to get humans to Mars in 2023. The UK’s Guardian reports that close to 80,000 people world-wide have already paid the $75 fee and applied. (!)

Here’s more from the Mars One “about” page:

Mars One is a not-for-profit organization whose goal is to establish a human settlement on Mars through the integration of existing, readily available technologies from industry leaders world-wide. Mars One intends to fund this decade-long endeavor by involving the whole world as the audience of an interactive, televised broadcast of every aspect of this mission, from the astronaut selections and their preparations to the arrival on Mars and their lives on the Red Planet.

The Canadian Press article profiles some of the applicants and their motives and quotes space scientist Gordon Shepard, who is skeptical the ambitious time table of just 10 years is realistic.

Shepherd said anyone considering the trip has to answer some deeply personal questions: “What’s the meaning of life — what’s the meaning of my life?… That’s a tough one and I think they have to understand that fully before doing it.”

Good point! One that Canadian applicant Andrew Rader does seem to have considered:

“There are enormous risks. That being said, I think that the risks are worth taking. I mean, major leaps required major risks,” he said.

“Life is short, life is precious and that’s why you really should do major things that you believe in.”

And that’s exactly why I would draw the opposite conclusion: Don’t go! stay right here!

For me, a huge component of what makes life worth living is earth’s natural environment. Yes, I know the environment of space and other planets is also “natural.” They are undoubtably beautiful in their own ways.

But no way Jose would I ever voluntarily give up what we enjoy here on our wonderfully wet, blue-green marble. Even as I contemplate the explosion of dandelions that demand weeding, even as I realize the lawn won’t last a full week before it’ll need more mowing – especially as I tend the flowers and plant the vegetables – I know earth is the right planet for me, full stop.

The daring types who live for danger, eager to push toward new frontiers – they can have the rest of the universe.

As for humans setting up on other planets, I suppose some degree of success will come there, one day. But there’s nothing like comparison shopping to make our own planet look pretty special.

Would you want to try Mars? If it was a two-way trip (with a reasonable hope of returning) would that make it more attractive?

Listening Post: The first week

In this neck of the woods, the Spring Equinox is just there to get your hopes up that winter may someday be over. But the first week of spring?–that’s the first week of May. On May Day, the leaves are just a yellow-green haze beginning to soften the harsh outline of bare limbs, stretching back into the distance. By the end of the week, the border of the woods is a fully opaque verdant green.

Archive Artwork of the Day from last May: "Trillium," acryic on canvas. Artist: Marion Bradish. facebook.com/riverflowstudio

Archive Artwork of the Day from last May: “Trillium,” acryic on canvas. Artist: Marion Bradish. facebook.com/riverflowstudio

On May Day, there is a daffodil or two in the yard, scattered hyacinth and snowdrop. By the end of the week, the shaded riverbank is thick with trillium–white, purple and lavender. On May Day–no lilac blooms. Today the air that comes in  the kitchen window is thick with their perfume. On May Day, the rhododendron had hard green buds. Today–full bloom. The apple trees on May Day–barely budded. Today–festooned with white and pink petals.

The slightly icy reek of thawing soil has given way to the funk of busy worms. Turtles galumph along the road shoulder and bask on logs in shallow water. The herons are back in their rookery and are stilting along on the sandbar, hunting fish. And sun–sun that finally does more than promise warmth to come.

The season wants nothing but a full day of drenching rain punctuated with a thunderstorm or two, to kick the whole shebang up into its highest gear. I love it when world goes nuts, when it just can’t contain all that energy. Deer leaping, colts rolling in the grass, the daily yammer of birds at dawn. It’s been a long time coming.

Monty Python, meet “Battle of the Nations”

Historical re-enactment is something many readers are familiar with, from stories carried on NCPR or from personal encounters with costumed presenters at museums and anniversary events.

Charlie Schroeder wrote a book on the subject “Man of War” and spoke with NCPR’s Betsy Kepes in 2012 about what drew him into the hobby.

I’ve volunteered a few times to try dress the part of a Canadian townswoman from the 1860′s for events at Dickinson House in Manotick, Ontario. I’ve quit that for now. Why? Reason one: I’m too far behind on my own projects. Reason two: I didn’t feel I was doing it “right.”

It wasn’t very hard to find clothes and re-purpose curtains from thrift stores to pull off an old-fashioned look. But I always knew it was slap-dash at best, and plain “wrong” at worst. The right real wardrobe would be of natural fabrics (wool, linen, cotton). It would not use zippers and would be hand sewn following patterns I wasn’t properly replicating.

Reenactors in a tournament melee in 2011. Photo: Marko Vallius, Creative Commons, some rights reserved

Re-enactors in a tournament melee in 2011. Photo: Marko Vallius, Creative Commons, some rights reserved

Basically, there’s playing at re-enactment and then there’s serious re-enactment. And, some might say, there’s seriously kookie re-enactment. As described by this New York Times article on an event happening in Aigues Mortes, France right now (May 9-12), to wit: “The Battle of the Nations“.

Filed under sports, the Times article is headlined: “The Holy Grail of Battle Re-enactments.” Reportedly, about 500 participants representing 22 national teams will turn out for match formats that range from one-on-one, to 21 against 21, to all against all – in mass melee fashion.

As the Times explains:

Full-contact armored fighting events grew out of participation in historical re-enactments, which are largely theatrical and tame. More common re-enactment fighting involves wooden weapons in the United States. The Battle of the Nations, in its fourth year, is the first international full-contact competition of this scale that uses steel armor — a heightened risk factor that has attracted a certain breed of fighters. It has been won by Russia every year.

Kind of like a medieval video game, only real. There’s much more – including videos – at the Battle of the Nations website. The U.S.A. wasn’t even a gleam in any nation builder’s eye when knights flourished in Europe. But there is a U.S. team which looks to consist of hefty, mature specimens. (Slim and small physiques may want to sit this out from the sidelines.)

What do you make of this? Are these fighters nuts? Or just gung-ho?

I’ll close with the famous Black Knight scene from Monty Python and the Holy Grail (“It’s only a flesh wound!”)

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Up-dated on May 13: checking back on the “Battle of the Nations” website to see how things turned out, it appears that link no longer works. Here is a Facebook link that does direct properly.