Saturday, September 27, 2008

ALL THE PRESIDENTS' MOMMIES


It seems none of us can escape hearing about all things presidential these days. Working along this vein (if one cannot beat them, one must join them, I suppose), I picked up the Main Library's copy of the documentary First Mothers, detailing the lives of some of our presidents' moms, and found it revealing. Here are some intellectual tidbits I learned (although some of these facts came from other sources)...

The Father of Our Country had a mother who didn’t approve of his greatest legacy: leading our fledgling republic to independence. Mary Ball Washington considered herself a lifelong Englishwoman and severely condemned her son’s involvement with the American Revolution, which severed the colonies’ ties to Britain. She continued holding fast to her pro-British sensibilities even after such allegiances were considered treasonous. Mary lived to see George Washington elected the first president of the United States; she died four months after his inauguration in 1789.

Dwight Eisenhower, who achieved fame as a brilliant Army general in World War II before seeking the highest office in the land, had a mother who detested war. Ida Stover Eisenhower was a devoted pacifist who remained dedicated to protesting American involvement in the Second World War even as Ike was fighting in it.

Abigail Smith Adams was the first woman to be both First Lady and First Mother. Her husband, John Adams, was the second president; their son, John Quincy Adams, was the sixth. Barbara Pierce Bush would be the second woman to enjoy the same situation; unlike George W., however, John Quincy's parents did not survive to witness his election.

Maria Hoes Van Buren gave birth to the first president of the land in the United States of America. Her son, Martin, was the eighth president. While the previous seven presidents were born in what would be called the United States, the locales of their nativity were still British colonies. When Martin Van Buren entered the world on December 5, 1782, in Kinderhook, New York, it was a state of the Union and not a foreign territory.

Several presidents lost their mothers in childhood. Nancy Hanks Lincoln, mother of one of the nation’s most admirable Commanders-in-Chief, died when Abraham Lincoln was nine years old in 1818. Lincoln paid homage to his deceased mother with this moving sentiment: “God bless my mother; all I am or ever hope to be I owe to her”.

Calvin Coolidge, our thirtieth president, lost his mother, Victoria Josephine Moor Coolidge, when he was twelve. She passed away on her 39th birthday—March 14, 1885—of causes that were not recorded; the Vermont ground was frozen solid and her burial had to be postponed until several weeks after her death. Coolidge’s successor, Herbert Hoover, was orphaned at an early age when his mother, Hulda Minthorn Hoover, died in his eighth year (his father had died the year before). Although he was very young at her death, Hoover clearly remembered her spirit of political activism: she took him with her to protest in the women’s suffrage movement on several occasions.

Two presidents have their mother’s maiden names as their given names. Our thirteenth president, Millard Fillmore, was named for his mother, who was born Phoebe Millard. Although his given name was Thomas, Woodrow Wilson (President #28) was named for his mother, Jessie Janet Woodrow. He formally abandoned using his original name while a teenager.

I believe only one president had his mother survive him: John Fitzgerald Kennedy, who was assassinated in 1963. Rose Elizabeth Fitzgerald Kennedy died in 1995 at the advanced age of 104 years. She remains the longest-lived close presidential relative. ADDITION--09/30/08
Thank you, blog reader M. Ward, who generously directed my attention to the website http://upstairsatthewhitehouse.com/, which was created by Doug Wead (see title of his below).
On this wonderfully informative site he divulges that Kennedy was not alone in having his mother survive him: James Polk and James Garfield also had mothers who outlived them.

An unusually large number of presidents (over 50%, in fact) were either the eldest in their families or were eldest sons. James Polk, Jimmy Carter, Lyndon Johnson, John Quincy Adams, Harry Truman, Ulysses S. Grant, and George W. Bush (to name but a few) number among them.

There are also examples of sons low in the birth order taking over the White House:
Grover Cleveland was the 5th of 9 children--
Franklin Pierce was the 6th of 8 children--
...and William McKinley was the 7th of 9.

There were, less frequently, only children as well: Franklin Delano Roosevelt was an only child, as is former president Bill Clinton. His father, William Jefferson Blythe, was killed in a car accident three months before he was born. While never formally adopted by his stepfather, Roger Clinton, he did take the Clinton surname in adolescence--largely to please his mother, Virginia.

Only four presidents have been the babies in their families--Andrew Jackson and Ronald Reagan were two of them. Jackson, incidentally, was the only president born to two immigrants; Andrew and Elizabeth (Hutchison) Jackson were natives of Ireland who landed in North Carolina several years before the future president's birth there. Jackson was the only first-generation American to attain the country's highest office.

And now, here's an Almost-Local First Mother Fun Fact! Ulysses S. Grant’s (a heroic Civil War general but president during one of the most corrupt administrations in our history) mother entered this life very close to the Reading area. Hannah Simpson Grant was born in Horsham Township, Montgomery County, Pennsylvania on November 23, 1798. How utterly arcane!

If you wish to learn more about presidential mothers, consult these holdings, available at the Main Library:

First Mothers by Bonnie Angelo, 2000
973.099 Ang

First Mothers--DVD (based on the same-titled book),
The Hisory Channel, 2002
New 973.099 Fir

The Raising of a President by Doug Wead, 2005
973.099 Wea

Thursday, September 25, 2008

COME, DISCUSS THE BONES


Next month the Reading Public Library will offer two opportunities to indulge in a discussion of the novel The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold. The first is a Brown-Bag Book Discussion (our first ever!) to be held on Thursday, October 23, from 12:15 to 1:00 in the afternoon. Dessert will be provided by the library; if you are within walking distance of us and want to do something literary and creative on your lunch hour, drop by and share! The second is an evening affair on Wednesday, October 29, from 7:00 to 8:00 pm. Both events will be held at the Main Library, at Fifth and Franklin Streets.

Pre-registration is requested for both events. Feel free to visit us at the Reference Desk to sign up, or call us at (610) 655-6355.

The Lovely Bones was released in 2002 and was Ms. Sebold's debut work of fiction. I've read ths novel and found it appealing, considering its relatively odd premise: the protagonist and narrator, Susie Salmon, is dead and reposing in heaven. Kidnapped, raped, and murdered at age 14 in late 1973, Bones follows Susie's supernatural supervision of her survivors as she notes their goings-on after her demise. While some of the story is, necessarily, angst-drenched and maudlin, it is, ultimately, transcendent, and Sebold's innovative use of Susie's post-corporeal perspective is nothing short of inspired.

So please check out a copy of the book and mark your calendars for one of our lively book chats on this worthwhile work!

Monday, September 22, 2008

HAPPY AUTUMNAL EQUINOX



Today at 11:44 am EST we welcome autumn.

With grateful open arms do I embrace the temperate climes of fall! (I loathe heat and humidity--summers are my personal meteorological purgatory). So whether you enjoy packing your offspring off to school once again, revel in the attendance of football games, relish the glorious riot of fall foliage, or happily anticipate the celebration of Halloween and Thanksgiving, have a wonderful fall.

Here are some items at the Main Library that may be of interest or value...

Autumn: A New England Journey by Candace and Ferenc Mate, 1988
Oversized 974 A 941
This photo-essay collection presents the reader with a panoramic experience of fall in one of America's most picturesque autumnal regions.

Autumn Gatherings: Casual Food to Enjoy with Family and Friends by Rick Rodgers, 2008
New 641.564 Rod
Renowned chef Rodgers shares recipes and menus of delectable tasties to enjoy with loved ones; I was happy to note the majority of them are not too involved :-)

Charles Kuralt's Autumn by Charles Kuralt, 1997
Book on Tape 394.264 Kur
The late reporter Kuralt reads stories of his experiences "On the Road" with this collection of autumnal tales gleaned from his travels across the United States.

Thimbleberries: Autumn Accents by Lynette Jensen, 2002
747 Jen
Not feeling fall-like around your house? Check out Jensen's crafty tome to inspire you to decorate your abode with autumnal divinity!

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

OUR PAST RECAPTURED



Confession time! I became an addict over the Labor Day holiday.

Before then, I'd heard of it, but hadn't a desire to try it. Friends of mine--more and more with every passing week, it seemed--sang its praises. I would consistently hear paeans as to how it was so fantastic, so worthwhile, and that I would be sure to love it.

And then, ultimately capitulating to peer pressure, I sampled. I refer to the tremendously popular drama Mad Men, run on the American Movie Classics channel, whose first season the library recently acquired on DVD. I took the DVDs home over the long break and have, as a result, become a full-on, ranting and raving, Mad Men lunatic.

The series revolves around the advertising firm Sterling Cooper in New York City; the year is 1960. The term "mad men" was coined to denote the Madison Avenue executives whose grand epoch of consumer-goods-pushing was achieved in the post-World War II years. The central character is Don Draper (Jon Hamm), the creative director for the company; his past is cloaked in secrecy and becomes a prominent secondary plotline. Don is a holdover from the 1950s: rugged and charming, a family man who drinks bourbon and smokes Lucky Strikes, and a veteran of the Korean War. His wife, Elizabeth (known as Betty and, less frequently, "Birdie"), is his archetypal consort: beautiful, housewifely, and devoted to their children (who sport the delectably nostalgic monikers Bobby and Sally). The luminous January Jones, with her strikingly Grace Kelly-esque loveliness, makes for a breathtaking Mrs. Draper.

There are myriad flies in this pastel ointment of halcyon family life, however: Don has a mistress, Midge Daniels (Rosemarie DeWitt), an illustrator whose fly-by-night lifestyle and Beat tendencies makes a pointed juxtaposition against the lives of Betty and most of the other women in the show. While Don is admired and respected by his colleagues and attended faithfully by his wife, he appears restive and disquieted, by both his current lifstyle as well as the demons of his umbrageous past.

The eponymous lords of the manor include Bertram "Bert" Cooper (Robert Morse, a living legend of Broadway as well as screen), the company founder, who spends most of his days holed up in a cavernous office decked out like a Tokyo tea house, offering decidedly offbeat tidbits of advice to his underlings. The other is Roger Sterling (John Slattery), who often behaves like an errant fraternity brother, drinking heavily while scoring nifty boardroom victories with well-heeled clients such as Kodak and Bethlehem Steel.

Peter Campbell (Vincent Kartheiser) is a junior account manager whose runaway professional eagerness is matched only by his sheer personal unlikeability on every level. He courts Don's favor, desperate to make an ally, but Draper, whose savviness for reading people makes for a keen tool in his trade, sees Campbell for the self-loathing creep that he is. Peter becomes a newlywed very early in the series--wife Trudy (Alison Brie) is clearly more a power match (her parents are, like Pete's own, very wealthy) than a love connection. I particularly enjoy witnessing Pete getting neatly sliced down to size in various scenes involving Don.

And then there's Little Miss Peg. Peggy Olson (Elisabeth Moss, who was apparently the First Daughter on the West Wing, which I've never seen) arrives as a fresh-from-secretarial school tyro who proclaims her place of origin--Brooklyn--as a reason for her backwardness in the very first episode. But do not be misled by Peggy's primness, for she eventually gets into quite a steamy situation (and handles it with aplomb). Peggy represents all that will be changing for womanhood in the not-so-distant future: as things around Sterling Cooper go, female coworkers are subjected to cruelly misogynistic treatment in all forms. The execs openly leer at, comment on, and (at times) even physically accost the administrative staff; Peggy, all wide-eyed innocence, asks why she's being treated in this manner. Her answer comes from the seductively ruby-red lips of Joan Holloway (Christina Hendricks), the curvaceous, flirtatious office manager. Her approach? "Get it--male attention--while you can", and she certainly does, with her figure-hugging wardrobe and air of voluptuous competence winning nakedly lusty loyalty from the male staff.

Peggy, through a combination of dogged tenacity and sheer luck, eventually moves beyond the scope of typist, but not without significant burdens. She symbolizes new doors through which her generation and those to follow would be happy to pass.

Mad Men can, on many levels, certainly prove unnerving. Women are hardly the only marginalized group (although their unjust treatment is the most commonly seen). Jews were regarded as pariahs; when told a Jewish-owned department store is coming in to consult, Sterling alarmedly asks if there are any Jews on the staff (his idea is to have at least one Jewish person present in the meeting in order to make for a more welcoming ambiance), to which Draper replies, "Not on my watch!". *Ouch*

Poor Salvatore Romano (Bryan Batt) is a ruthlessly closeted gay man who is more conspicuous for his Italian heritage than his barely-repressed flamboyance; homophobia is a well-established mindset. Besides extreme chauvenism, anti-Semitism, and anti-gay bias, there is also a strong streak of "white power" (African Americans are seen fleetingly, and then only as janitors, nightclub musicians, or elevator operators) present. Distressing as these images are, one must remember they mirror the zeitgeist of the age.


I would say glamorous is perhaps the best one-word adjective to summarize the rich visual pageantry this series has to offer: the incredible detail given to the sets, costumes, and music all make for a dizzying spectacle into what Manhattan life offered a certain class at a specific time in our national history. Characters are constantly boozing, downing snifters of brandy, whiskey, gin, and much else besides. Only Peggy and Pete seem to refrain from smoking; otherwise, every scene has men and women lighting up with flair. Even in a scene where a gynocologist is preparing to examine a patient, he asks for her to sit tight--while he sets his Parliament ablaze (!). Snappy crooner tunes ooze into various scenes and all the world's a cocktail and cigarette away from ultimate, urbane sophistication.

Mad Men blends incredible acting talent with potent plot points, a dyad I find despairingly rare on the TV dial nowadays. I invite the reader to dive into its maddening grip and take a dizzying backwards leap into our recaptured past.