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Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Baton Rouge - Rural Life Museum

Metal Mule - representing the Rural Life Museum of Baton Rouge Louisana
I arrived in Louisiana yesterday, did a tiny bit of wildlife refuge loitering near New Orleans, then drove north to Baton Rouge. After a tiny bit of research - I am an abysmal planner - I managed (just barely) to find the Rural life Museum. Am sooo happy I found it, as who doesn't appreciate a trip through a time portal?

Before arriving at the 'portal' there were fields of decorated hay bales I passed, no surprises, today being Halloween.

Massive campus

Spider Hay!




Sheepziz Hay!
No bull, just hay!
The hay bales really got themselves done up for Halloween.






I stopped briefly at a botanical gardens, then drove on to the museum, thoroughly enjoying the views from every acre. 



The porch of the Rural Life Museum's main building
A look just one section of the museum
Spinning wheels, great and small
Being Louisiana, I had to gird the old loins, in prep for facing the state's history of slavery. Some of it as strangely touching, such as this teeny, weeny doll, one can imagine some much loved enslaved child carrying about. Perhaps the doll's size - no more than 3 inches tall - was too keep the doll hidden from anyone who might take it, or because the limited amount of material to clothe the mite, kept it restricted in size?
The sad, tiny dolly that no doubt brightened
life for a tiny, enslaved child
Carpenter's kit? Nope, a Doctors' field operation kit 
It took like an hour to see just some of the stuff inside. So I rambled out back. I fell in love with this 'Dog Trot' house, straight out of The Yearling. The Dog Trot, built in the late 1860s, was in use by a family until the 1970s. All the houses at the RLM were moved there from other areas of Louisiana.
The Dog Trot has porches on its front and on its back
The Dog Trot has a central breezeway - the 'dog trot' separates two halves of the house
Dog Trot's kitchen
There's a small, not-actually-real cemetary which I entered to chase a few birds around. Then I headed through the cemetery gate towards a tiny white church.
View of College Grove Baptist Church
Inside are neat white pews and stained glass 'win-ders'
 The coolest bits of this little church are the arches over the alter - one on left is devil's webbed wing, vs the one on the right hand (of God no doubt) with white, feathered angel wings. Too cute!
Wilt thou sit to the dastardly left or the heavenly right? 
Super rare, Louisiana barn, made of hand split cypress 
Look inside the southern Louisiana barn
Cajun house circa 1805
Okra Plants, with several ripening pods 



This interesting old house has a garden in its front area, including - okra, which as brought by enslaved peoples to North America
'Single pen' Slave quarters circa 1840 
Fireplace w/boots, high chair, adults chair & a rickity bed


There are at least a dozen examples of buildings that housed enslaved peoples at the museum. Most were one room, i.e., single pen. Some were two roomed, and shockingly many housed poor people right into the 1970s.




The slave quarters below is from the 1830s. It was called a 'Saddlebag' type building as it had 2 single rooms, straddled on either side of a single chimney.
Double-pen - two room -Slave Quarters
In overcrowded quarters, the enslaved folks bedded down on the floor 


Inside the 'Sick House' where ailing enslaved people were nursed. Note the bed ropes,
pulled to hold the mattress rigid, so people could 'sleep tight', & wake without a sore back
Below is a Sugar House circa 1700s, that housed a row of kettles for boiling down sugar cane juice. Boiled, the juice was gradually moved along from giant kettle to a slightly smaller kettle, to another smaller kettle until the final & smallest metal pot held the nearly finished product. Gradually the last step was reached wherein crystallizing brown sugar was separated from the molasses.
The Sugar House
The first kettle



The sugar house techniques used were imported from the West Indies. 
After the 1830s, the sugar shacks were mostly replaced by factories.






A house of many uses - circa 1835
The building pictured just above, started off as slave quarters. It was then converted to a cook house for a plantation overseer. Later, in the late 1800s, post Civil War, it was used as a school house, right up into the 1930s. This well used building was brought to the museum in 1971. The poor thing deserves a break, don't you think?



You know what this is. 'Nuff said.










Totally enjoyed the Rural Life Museum. Seeing the old wood buildings makes one ponder about life when transportation meant your feet or a mule, and if you were lucky enough to have some 'learnin' you attended a one room school house. Yeah. I'd have hated it too. Nevertheless, today's Halloween, so on to tonight's adventure.

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Ditching that Extra Weight

Yep, I'm losing weight. No, not my waistline. I am scaling back on my camera.  Way back in the stone age of digital cameras, I got that handy camcorder for my trip to Attu, Alaska in 2000. It as a Sony camcorder that shot videos and as a side trick could take 2 pixel photos. Two pixel, can you imagine how low resolution 2 pixel photos are? Look, here's one now.
2 pixels worth of Gray-tailed Tattler, Attu, 2000
After the camcorder days, I eventually moved onto real digital point and shoot cameras but they stopped at, say, 70 mm so were scenery cameras. Finally I moved to Digital SLR cameras with changeble lens. My 'big' lens were 100-400mm. I laugh because lugging that massive camera around other people would ogle the long lens in what I always called 'large lens envy'. Camera and lens weigh in at around 7.2 bulky lbs. Ever since those telephoto capable 2 pix cam shots, I've been waiting for something with higher resolution, similar great telephoto power and as close to zero weight as possible. For the most part, those cameras have arrived.
Nikon A-900: a temporary answer to prayers

I have two. There's my wee Nikon A-900 I used on recent trips. It has great photo resolution, telephoto range to die for:  24 mm to 480 mm, and farther for digital (not true) telephoto. It is my mighty might and I'd have stuck with it but for its fatal flaw - no eye viewfinder, only a digital screen at the rear. Great unless, you know, the sun is shining. Also no way you can follow the flight of birds or racing mammals. Therefore it handicaps someone like me who does a lot a wildlife photography. Below is a goose shot with the Nikon A-900. Damn. That's some great resolution, but still...

Greylag Goose, Iceland 2017
Panasonic Lumix FZ300
Round two of searching for my perfect light weight, telephoto awesome camera is this, a Panasonic Lumix FZ300. It has pretty much everything the Nikon has, a digital screen, but has a viewfinder as well. It even bests the tiny Nikon having optical telephoto up to 600 mm. Yeah. Awesome. But, if you don't mind a little graininess, it can get digital telephoto up to 1200 mm. For my eyeballs it doesn't quite match the resolution of the Nikon, but I'm going to have to take them both out & take identical pix on both, then check their photos in a side by side comparison.


Here's some pix taken with the new Lumix.


Female American Kestrel with 'edible meat balloon' in its talons
The lumix has lots of cool features. The best is being able to set the focus for center screen auto focusing quickly when I'm catching a bird in flight. The big birdie below is my most recent 'in flight' shot. 
Dark Phase Red-tailed Hawk shot at 235mm
With this new, lighter weight camera I hope to continue getting reasonable wildlife shots, though the sharpness/resolution will undoubtedly suffer a bit. I'm hoping wee digital cameras will in resolution grow sharper even as I grow duller over time. 

Friday, September 22, 2017

My New Cousins

'New Cousin David, friend Jan and Cousin-in-law Tom
This story begins in January of this year. I've had an on and off again account with Ancestry.com for several years. Back in January there was a pleasant surprise waiting for me in my Ancestry mail folder. It was precisely the sort of email I'd hoped for years ago when I started work on my family tree.
Mar 11, 2017
Hi, Claire-My name is David Roberts and I live in Denver, Colorado. I recently received genetic results from 23andMe and discovered I have West African ancestry as well as European. This led me to begin searching, and I discovered my grandfather William White and my mother Barbara White and her siblings on the Miller family tree. This was a complete surprise, because my grandfather had lived as a Caucasian with my grandmother and their children. As far as I know, after around 1930-35, my grandparents separated and never again lived together. The children kept in some touch with William, but were never aware (as far as I knew) of his West African ancestry. So I am fascinated whether you or anyone in your family knows anything about my grandfather, who died some time before I was born. If you'd be interested in exchanging discovery or information, I'd be happy to do so.
David Robert

I knew who William White was: my maternal grandmother's half brother. I met him at my grandmother's house back when I was a kid. I knew him as my great uncle, who used to visit my grandmother at her Bronx home. So Robert is my great uncle's grandson, ergo, my second cousin. I ran
William White

across his name some time ago in Ancestry.com records - I had no idea I'd ever get to make his acquaintance, much less meet him, but meet him I did!

So I have found a new cousin! David is a doll, and since January we've communicated via email. He
is so considerate and kind, I mean, a real pleasure to call family. On his part he says he is tickled to suddenly find himself looking forward to meeting & enjoying his Carter Cousins. It was overwhelming to suddenly meet someone I have known existed but never expected to meet. I am so overjoyed to now have David & Tom in my life. I always say I'm lucky and this is yet more proof it is so.

David and his hubby Tom - my 'cousin-in-law' - flew in from Denver to visit their Sacramento friends. I visited and met my cousins there.

Jan, Tom and David chat on the news of the day
What a time we had! We all brought family photos & whatever family 'paperwork' we had. David brought along a couple of his grandfather's papers, the one below being a Military Census card from 1917. That's great uncle William Cuthbert White's actual signature, by COMMAND of the NY state governor (hahahaaa!).


David showed me photos of his mother Barbara, and his Aunt Anne. I told him I thought his Aunt Anne had a familiar look about her. She rather reminds me of my mother. I'm sorry David's mother, his aunt and uncles are all now in the past tense. We missed out on so many years of each other's lives. We will have to dedicate ourselves to making up for lost time.
Norma
Anne 
And here is Anne with a nephew on the left, and my mother with my brother Juan on the right.

Can you see the family thing there? Anne and Norma are cousins and they look so, to me at least.






Our cousins meeting up was hosted by David & Tom's long time friends Jen & Andrew. Jen was there all day, and she kept us all well refreshed and awesomely fed all day. A big treat was via the miracle that is PCs we reviewed our Ancestry family tree as well as 23 & Me data on Jan's big screen TV. It was cool to see my Aunt Grace's name listed on David's 23&Me as a DNA relative. I'm going to get my helixes tumbled & sorted by 23&Me and soon I will soon be on that list.

What a fascinating day today was! It began about 9 AM or so and by the time I left - nearly 10 PM - I was surprised at just how exhausted I was - high spirits can do that to you.  I'm am so looking forward to David and his hubby Tom  meeting the rest of the family!

[UPDATE: Based on dates, I can surmise that my memories of meeting William White are false memories, formed because my family spoke so much about visiting with William at the Bronx home of my grandparents, that I began to believe I had met him. Even if I had met him at my Grandparent's house, I wouldn't remember as I was only 2 years old when William White died.

Ironic side note, David & his family lived in San Diego in the same time period that I did in the late 60s & early 70s. And he has visited Sacramento county again & again in the era that I lived here too.]