Somebody in C. C. Cline's Standard Hymnal thinks themself terribly clever.
Sure, marry a pair of sisters in succession. That will make this situation better
@klaproos said: Are these Fittses perhaps related to Dudley Fitts, the 20th-century classicist?
*Googles* Nat. Boston, ob. Andover? Like, probably. Basically all old-stock New England Fittses/Fitzes are descended from two brothers, Robert and Richard Fitts, who settled in Massachusetts around 1630. What I’m dealing with here particularly is the New Hampshire branch, which is a little more annoying than what I’ve seen of Massachusetts Fittses--the NH-ites settled in Candia and some surrounding small towns, so the available marriage pool was very limited, and by the generations you’re seeing here they’re basically all double cousins already.
shelomit replied to your post: i have a print Great Scott & a print Oxford Latin…
I would *like* to adopt the Latin dictionary, but as I’m soon to be living out of my car again that course of action seems Unwise™
Gloin: Are you skilled at something most would consider unusual or esoteric nowadays?
I think you already knew the answer to this ( ; Here is a brief, selective list. I can…
- Cook on a woodburning stove
- Read and write Kurrent/Suetterlinschrift
- Spin with a drop spindle
- Harness a buggy horse
- Lactoferment pretty much anything
- Sightread mensural notation and chant notation
- Read (though not at sightreading speed) most Western musical notation back to the eleventh century or so
- Start a fire with a flint and steel
- Slaughter and dress my own meat
- Read Latin badly and biblical Hebrew worse
- Make cheese without a recipe or thermometer (ditto bread, mead, cider)
- Dummyride bareback
- Sing every tune in the 1698 supplement to the Bay Psalm Book
- Turn breechbirth kids inside the doe
- and
- Shuck corn faster than you
highlights from the medieval scholars that took over my workplace today
so my campus is currently hosting an ENORMOUS conference of scholars who study medieval history. they’ve been completely flooding the tiny cafe where I work and drinking our coffee faster than we can make it, but the good news is that they provide some PRIME people watching, including:
- the fact that all of their name tags include pronouns so that I won’t feel bad assuming anyone’s gender in this post
- the woman RANTING about one of her colleagues on the following grounds: “he thinks he understands it from some class he took in 1996! FUCK OFF, TOM.”
- the man who was loudly and earnestly discussing the “influence of the Harry Potter fandom on our modern political discourse” while he got a soda
- before he was out the door he’d switched topics to his preferred methods for teaching students about elves
- the two nice extremely polite young British lads who I could not tell apart to save my life. their name tags indicated that they were apparently not twins, but cloning does not seem impossible.
- the sheer number of people graciously volunteering to buy lunch for people they’ve just met
- an unexpected number of very handsome soft butch women involved in medieval studies. I am bisexual and weak.
- the guy in the flannel shirt who had the coldest, softest, most feminine hands I’ve ever encountered. I fell in love with him for a good 60 seconds. I am bisexual and weak.
- people who aren’t from America being cheerfully confused by our money, including my favorite, a Canadian woman who told me “I’m slow with American money because it’s all the same color.”
- I’ve learned that people who aren’t going to be in the country for more than a few days don’t give a SHIT about their change and will toss all of it in the take a penny/leave a penny jar. I collected so many quarters, y’all.
- also a nice British woman called it the penny pot, which is the cutest shit I’ve ever heard and absolutely its new name.
- just in general the EXTREMELY good grace and patience with which everyone accepted that we only have 2 cashiers and that it takes about seven minutes to make more coffee.
- SEVERAL times after I apologized for the coffee wait (because this is customer service and minor inconveniences mean we have to grovel) the response was ‘lmao no worries this just means I get a fresh pot’
- a woman approached me to day with a fucking enamel pin of that old illustration of a nun gathering dicks from a tree (you know the one) and I said immediately “oh my god, is that a pin of the penis tree?” and she looked stoked and said “yes it is the penis tree! you’re only the second person to recognize it!” what kind of boring ass medieval scholars has she been hanging with???? she was probably so fucking excited to finally have company where she could wear that pin and nobody said anything??? rude.
- you know, this one
I have more:
- every single person who said “cheers” when I gave them their change.
- the painfully hip young man who was dressed entirely in standard academic business casual EXCEPT FOR his shiny silver doc martens.
- me: “you boots are amazing.”
- him: “!!!! thank you!”
- the man who walked in, spotted the selection of high octane energy drinks, and nearly cried with relief. when he came to the register to pay for what was probably enough caffeine to kill a horse he looked me dead in the eye and said cheerfully “thanks, I’m jet lagged as shit and I can’t be expected to function right now.”
- the dude who overheard my friend Austin listening to Florence and the Machine, started chatting with him about it, and asked him out on a date
- I sold a hot dog to An Actual Nun
as someone who waited in this line multiple times last week: thank you SO MUCH. not only were y’all incredible for fueling us w such grace but also the slow line meant that i got to meet & chat with TWO of my academic crushes who happened to be behind me on separate occasions!!!!
The people in Kalamazoo are always so lovely and patient with the thousands of us who make the annual trek to their city. Thank you, Kzoo!
I once walked in the middle of the summer into a coffee shop on a campus I had never before visited, expecting it to be as dead as vaudeville. It turned out that nothing was going on at the uni that week. . . except a major conference on spoken Latin pedagogy. Us non-Latin-speakers (id est, myself and two extremely confused baristas) were outnumbered on the level of twenty to one.
Shane Bobrycki, “Breaking and Making Tradition,” in Every Inch A King: Comparative Studies in Kings and Kingship in the Ancient and Medieval Worlds
For my sins, since I reblogged this, I’ve had the first line stuck in my head, not to “Pop Goes the Weasel,” but to “Good King Wenceslas.” I know that I have no one but myself to blame.
I cannot guess whether you know the “original” words to that tune, nor can I judge whether this was a more or less delightful course of action if you had:
Tempus adest floridum Surgent namque flores Vernales in omnibus Imitantur mores Hoc quod frigus laeserat Reparant calores Cernimus hoc fieri Per multos labores.
The text is 13thc., but first appears with the tune in that mindboggling 1582 collection, Piae cantiones ecclesiasticae et scholasticae veterum episcoporum.
Tagged by @itinerarium-hic to “list 15 songs you are listening to right now.” I’m trying to do this sans hymnody and with as much vaguely popular music I can think of (i.e., basically Death Mode). It’s a weird list:
- Helen Kane, “I Want to Be Bad.”
- This Teutonified version of “Meum est propositum in taberna mori.”
- “Yalda yefefiya” (modern Karaite song).
- “John Barleycorn” is usually in my head on and off all through the omer because I associate it closely with Shavuot.
- Kai Straw, “Don’t Tread on Me.”
- Tuba Skinny, “Yes, Sir, That’s My Baby.”
- Cachao’s “Eleggua” from the African Suite.
- “Wild Rose of the Mountain” (this is. . . not a good recording. . .)
- Tom Waits, “Jockey Full of Bourbon.”
- Bernstein’s “Make Our Garden Grow” (from Candide--please blame Dr. Bernstein, of course).
- Mother Mother, “Free.”
- Jo Amar, “Shalom leven dodi.”
- The “Fiesta criolla” from Gottschalk’s first symphony (here played competently, but by a straightlaced Swiss orchestra who seemingly wouldn’t know a samba rhythm if it hit ‘em in the face).
- Balkan Beat Box/Victoria Hanna, “Adir adirim.”
- Louis Prima, “Closer to the Bone.”
Surprisingly reassuring words from Aloysius, magister venerandus, in Fux's “Gradus ad parnassum” (1725).
shelomit hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet “I always feels so vindicated when the commentary confirms that, yes,…”
“Gregem”? Like from “grex”!?!? if so, it makes the lions sound teensy and cute (uwu)
Yeah!! And there’s a flock of terrified sheep huddled in the previous line. In all fairness, it’s grammatically fairly clear what’s going on, but semantically deeply bewildering.
“it’s grammatically fairly clear what’s going on, but semantically deeply bewildering”--this could describe SO MANY of my interactions with primary sources, in several languages!
“Non hic piscis omnium”
I’ve just encountered this motto, and I think I’m going to find plenty of use for it in the future.
I Think You're Thinking of St. Joseph of Cupertino
Students never change. This is graffiti from the Latin textbook that belonged to Paul Notley Smithson of Chillicothe, Ohio in 1913. “So’s yer old man” must have been the meme of the year.
‘Julius Caesar for Mayor’ sounds like a concept that has already ended badly.
per tuam sapientiam / michi da ueram scientiam
An appropriate prayer for this penitential season of quals preparations, extracted from a sequence in one of the manuscripts I’m working on cataloging.
“Although They Removed the Scenery”
What an exhausting day at school. There were two brief apparent crises with my quals and prospectus scheduling--both resolved, but nerve-wracking at the time--and then I had to stay late as one of the candidates to fill Dr. Americanist’s position had her student forum. I at least got a little commiseration when my Latin prof asked to schedule a make-up quiz (originally from last Friday, which I missed for the conference) sometime on Wednesday. When I told him I have no breaks on Wednesdays between 6:00 a.m. and 7:00 p.m., he told me, “On the other hand, I’m pretty sure you already know your subordinating conjunctions!”
I certainly did not get as much reading done as I would have liked, and zero writing. Grading happened, and it hurt. Tomorrow will make up for the latter point as I have to write both another practice quals essay and something along the lines of a prospectus abstract to show Dr. Americanist. And I’ve got to read some more Crawford if kills me.
I did read a really excellent model article on revivalism within space, though--
Jeanne Halgren Kilde, “Church Architecture and the Second Great Awakening: “Revivalism, Space, and Politics,” in Michael J. McClymond, Embodying the Spirit: New Perspectives on North American Revivalism, 87–108 (Baltimore: Johns Hopkins University Press, 2004).
Kilde focuses on two revival-oriented (?) church buildings of the 1830s—Chatham Street Chapel (1832) and Broadway Tabernacle (1836), both in the New York City area and both associated with Charles Finney’s congregation—to ask questions mostly relate to the reception of their architectural innovations: “What caused this hiatus between the end of the revival period and the post-Civil War period? Why did the Second Great Awakening not have a significant impact on church architecture as it did on so many other aspects of evangelical religion? Why were the few distinctive revival buildings ignored? Why was it that the Gothic Revival style, a church style that in many ways indicated the antithesis of revivalism, become so popular just as the revival period ended?” (86). The core of her argument is that a general turning away from revivalism ca. 1840 led to Chatham Street and Broadway being abandoned as viable models for other church buildings; their form no longer had a function, and would not until the growth of “organized” urban revivalism in the 1870s/’80s. Kilde sees the religious antiformalism and political/social activism associated with revivals as the reason why evangelical congregations turned so decisively against them and their practices. In such an environment, the architectural formalism of the Gothic Revival shored up the renewed ecclesiastical formalism many congregations sought.
The chief recommendation of this article to my research is that it provides an excellent model for how I will eventually need to discuss the way in which space and surroundings could facilitate or complicate revival meetings. Some of the same details Kilde addresses—especially the sense of closeness and intimacy among congregants and orientation to a preacher vs. orientation to the people—will likely come up in the vestry meetings, if for very different architectural reasons. I am particularly intrigued by the notion that physical closeness and the ability to see one another ties into the duty of mutual responsibility for one another’s moral and spiritual lives. The problem of sacred, secular, and nebulous spaces comes up in a dramatic way toward the end of the chapter, in which she points out that the Gothic Revival was the first trend in American church architecture to be solely ecclesiastical; I doubt I will be able to recycle that argument meaningfully given the time period of my research, but the fact that even dedicated church spaces were architecturally ambiguous is an interesting one to ponder in relation to chapels and vestries. She also provides an interesting description of the goals and means of urban revivalism, particularly among the mercantile classes, at an even earlier date than my 1840s people, when it is not generally acknowledged to have yet existed. A tiny detail that may be interesting to investigate is the elimination of pew rents at the Chatham Street Chapel in an effort to make it more accessible for the unchurched—was the same thing more generally done at chapels and other less-formal worship spaces in this era?
For such an insightful article, there will be relatively little factual evidence that I can use. In fact, Kilde’s main argument—that urban revivalism was basically dead from about 1835 to about 1875—obviously has the potential to get in the way as I study revival meetings of the 1840s! At least Boston is not New York. A more pressing issue, and one that would have to be addressed if I give this chapter much space in the literature review, is the way in which she is defining revivalism. My assumption is that Kilde considers these two spaces “revival” churches because they were associated with a prominent advocate for revivals. Yet Finney himself was pretty clear on the point that revivals were something “extra” from the regular formal worship of the church. Everything in my primary sources so far has indicated that the vestry music was meant for use specifically outside of church, as I would generally think of revival meetings occurring. If Kilde is using the notion of revivalism more loosely than I am, it will be important to make clear that her points about space and behavior still stand—perhaps that the auditorium churches facilitated a particular style of oratory and particular emotionality that is characteristic of revivalism even though it was not part of revival meetings. A final problem is that, while the particular means used to appeal to unchurched urbanites seem similar to those of the Boston revival of 1841–42, the congregation doing it certainly had greater material and political heft than any of those I am studying (with the exception, maybe, of Park Street). Even if the congregations that fostered vestry music had wanted to have a revival-specific space like these two churches, it would certainly have been beyond their means.