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My Schedule at the American Folklore Society Meeting

The final draft of the program for the 2009 meeting of the American Folklore Society came out last week and a quick search revealed here’s where I’m going to be:

  • On Thursday from 1:30 – 3:30, I will be in the panel “Watery Places” to present my paper “The Ethics of Creativity on the Rice Prairies of Louisiana;
  • On Friday from 1:30 – 3:30, I will be in the panel “The Future of Communication in Folklore III: New Media” with old friends Jason Jackson, Jon Kay, and Tom Mould; and, finally,
  • Just after the previous session, I will be in the “Meet the Editors” panel with Harry Berger and Giovanna P. del Negro and the super-secret new editor(s) of the Journal of American Folklore.

The 1909 Color Photography of Prokudin-Gorsky

I’ve seen these photographs a half dozen times over the years, but every time I see them, I am impressed not only by the richness of the color but also by the view into late nineteenth-century life in Europe. (Obviously, Russia, but I imagine the images of peasant life reflect larger patterns.)

Fishing

And here’s the header note:

In 1909 a remarkable project was initiated by Russian photographer Sergey Mikhaylovich Prokudin-Gorsky. His mission was to record – in full and vibrant color – the vast and diverse Russian Empire

Lily’s Cat Has an Index

At least that’s what she keeps saying. We don’t exactly know from where she grabbed the term, but it’s there and she’s using it to refer to something like a book. We haven’t pressed the matter yet because we’re so tickled by her rambling about the house talking about an index. Of course I am tickled by it, both because of the roles that indices play in folklore studies but also because of their role in information systems in general.

One could argue, I guess, that the folktale and motif indices were simply signs of their times, of the burgeoning of data and information that demanded in many ways that better technology be invented to process it. Perhaps, had the computer arisen earlier, we would still be driven by our typological impulses. Certainly, I am glad for the corrective of the ethnographic impulse. It’s where I’ve done most of my work in the last decade, but now with the rise of humanities computing and tools that can be actually used by mere mortals, I wonder what the future will hold not only for the field but also for myself.

And a quick reminder on what an index is:

An index is a list of words or phrases (‘headings’) and associated pointers (‘locators’) to where useful material relating to that heading can be found in a document. In a traditional back-of-the-book index the headings will include names of people, places and events, and concepts selected by a person as being relevant and of interest to a possible reader of the book. The pointers are typically page numbers, paragraph numbers or section numbers. In a library catalog the words are authors, titles, subject headings, etc., and the pointers are call numbers. Internet search engines, such as Google, and full text searching help provide access to information but are not as selective as an index, as they provide non-relevant links, and may miss relevant information if it is not phrased in exactly the way they expect.

Wikipedia disambiguates the above from the following:

  • Index (mathematics), for various meanings of the word in mathematics
  • Index (economics), a single number calculated from an array of prices and quantities. E.g., Price index, a typical price for some good or service, or Operating Index, a tool to compare the operating performance of a company with its peer universe
  • Index (typography), a largely obsolete punctuation mark
  • Indexing (motion), a kind of motion in many areas of mechanical engineering and machining
  • Index (finance), a list of stocks
  • Index (database), a feature in a computerized database which allows quick access to the rows in a table
  • Index (information technology), either an integer which identifies an array element, or a data structure which enables fast lookup
  • Index (search engine), for supporting information retrieval in search engines
  • Webserver directory index, a default or index web page in a directory on a web server, such as index.html
  • Subject indexing, describing the content of a document by keywords

Some Grimm Coffee: “Grandma’s Gone But the Coffee’s On”

I’m lucky to have a number of people in my life who are incredibly supportive of the work I do. One of them happens to be my sister-in-law, who sent us a bag of Raven’s Brew Gourmet Coffee called “Wicked Wolf” which had the slogan “Grandma’s Gone but the Coffee’s On” emblazoned across the bottom of the front of the bag:

WickedWolfCoffee-front

The blurb on the back begins: “Got big eyes, big ears, big teeth? Are you cross-dressing?”

WickedWolfCoffee-back

It’s really good coffee, too. And I say that as someone from South Louisiana who has drank his fair share of “gourmet” coffees and/or “strong” coffees that were really nothing more than burnt. I don’t know what the folks at Raven’s Brew do, but somehow they get a strong, bold taste which really does have some fruit in it — I know, I know: I sound like a wine aficianado — or a coffee aficianado, I guess — but in the case of this coffee, it’s true, I tell you! (I would gladly accept any of their coffees as gifts. If it was available on Amazon, I’d already have it ordered by now. As it is, I’m already doing comparison shopping in my head to see how much I have to buy to justify the shipping cost.)

The Expense of Field Research

This has been a great week. Two exceptional interviews with two exceptional individuals. On the way back from one of those interviews today, I got on I-10 in Crowley and realized I would probably be a little short for gas for the entire trip back to Lafayette.

So I popped off at Rayne to fill up. The signs announcing $4 a gallon didn’t really make an impression, but the $50 readout on the pump did. Whoa. Suddenly the fact that I am a field researcher became a clear expense. The difference between me and my fellow humanists is not only do they never need to leave their campus offices or their home studies but they don’t have to pump $50 worth of additional gas into their cars or trucks once, or sometimes twice, a week.

And, while I’m thinking about it, that doesn’t include money spent on batteries, hard drives, tapes, and other supplies let alone the money spent on equipment itself: camera, recorder, microphone. Why, why do this? Wouldn’t it be easier to work with existing data, with existing texts? Yes, yes it would. But I think it’s part of my job as a folklorist to add to the archeological record, to bring more people into history, to make data. If that means my job moves more slowly, so be it. But it really would be nice if somehow one got credit for such work. If Project Bamboo’s efforts could somehow lead to my colleagues occasionally recognizing that, it would have done at least this particular field researcher an immense favor.

Ethnoastronomy

The Journal of Folklore Research has posted a review of George E. Lankford’s Reachable Stars: Patterns in the Ethnoastronomy of Eastern North America (University of Alabama Press, 2007). Here’s the lead paragraph:

For millennia, humans everywhere have created a diverse body of imaginative narratives and images to make sense of the night sky’s canopy of stars. In Reachable Stars, folklorist-anthropologist George Lankford explores the ways in which North Americans have attempted to find patterns and meaning in the mysterious lights in the sky, from myriad points of light in the Milky Way to the imaginary pictures we call constellations. Lankford’s ambitious and masterful study is marked by breadth, impressive research, and a purposeful, conversational writing style. A valuable contribution to folklore studies, as significant for its approach as for its content, this volume should also appeal to anthropologists, Native American scholars, historians of science, geomythologists, ethnologists, and scholars of archaeoastronomy. Lankford succeeds in writing for “any reader with an enthusiasm for the night sky and human ways of thinking about it” (19).

Some Ideas I’m Taking with Me to Chicago

I’m not quite sure what I am going to encounter in Chicago, but if I were to dream up a digital infrastructure right now I think I would build my dreams on the following:

  • A more fully realized version of the Louisiana Survey not only in terms of its current contents and scope but expanding that scope to a national level. What the Louisiana Survey does, in its current form, is harness the wiki methodology to allow individuals to contribute to the project’s attempt to document Louisiana’s contemporary folk cultures. I think the kind of indexing and cross-indexing that we’re doing is a somewhat unusual harnessing of the wiki engine/methodology. See: http://code.google.com/p/louisianasurvey.

  • A step toward realizing the full potential of the Archives of Cajun and Creole Folklore in terms of delivering its contents — text, audio, images, and video — on-line and at the same time, like the Louisiana Survey, making it possible to contribute to the Archives.

I see both these projects as a chance to engage an audience which would otherwise not have access to or interest in an university campus and which would, I hope, widen our own disciplinary conventions, perspectives, and assumptions. A very distinct use of interdisciplinary work that would also call upon a fair amount of computing power would be:

  • An architectural survey that, a la the Historic American building Survey (HABS), would document extant structures but would expand the range of the “historical” to be all of history. Currently, HABS’ notion of “historical” means “homes of the wealthy,” which means the HABS survey of the south focuses on the plantation landscape. That has changed in the last decade or so, but there is still so much we don’t know about most architectural forms. Louisiana has some particularly interesting forms because of the shotgun house. The shotgun’s transformation into the Louisiana bungalow has been given some attention, but nothing has been done on the Louisiana ranch that followed — it’s something I have only sketched out in my own notes — and the forms that followed in the rest of the twentieth century. What I would like to do, one day, is harness the power of architectural students to take accurate measurements and then make accurate 3D CAD renderings with the documentary capabilities of humanities students to not only produce amazing 3D virtual models — potentially walkable a la LITE — but models that are not empty structures but filled with objects and individuals and their descriptions and narratives.

A Country for Old Men

In some American speech communities, being “good with words” is valued as a skill. Certainly this is the case in a number of studies of African American speech communities, and I have found that to be the case among Cajun communities as well. Within the broader stream of American folk culture, however, there is a healthy skepticism of individuals who are “good with words.” Salespeople and politicians are considered to be “smooth talkers,” a descriptor which rarely carries with it approbation. Instead, they are types of talkers whose talk we are encouraged to “take with a grain of salt” because in all likelihood any promises made were only in the moment and will not be kept.

All that noted, my own observations and a few recent conversations here with colleagues from diverse parts of the U.S.A. have interested me in a phenomena that may or may not be more broadly part of American culture. The anecdotes I have heard, and begun to collect only very loosely, have to do with the speech of older folks, mostly older men in my own work, who it seems feel freed of the constraints of the general opprobrium applied to talking without seeming purpose. Reflexivity in the stories and comments is high and often touches on topics that are usually considered of fairly sensitive nature in American common culture.

A small interchange reported to me recently is indicative of at least some of the things I am interested in teasing out:

A man is complaining about various aches and pains and comments: “It sure is hell getting old.”

His companion responds, “That’s not you getting old. That’s you dying.” And goes on to note that every ache is actually something dying within his friend. Both are laughing by the end of it.

AT 301A as Told by Ray Hicks

This one is about Jack and Tom and Will—of old Fire Dragon that spit balls of fire. And Jack’s dad had a great bug track of land, owned it. So, he give it to Jack and Tom and Will to clear; give ‘em the land and made ‘em a deed for it, to clear and start clearing it theirselves. And so, they got up a wagon-load of vittles and went where it was at and built ‘em a …notched ‘em up a shanty to stay in. And so, they knowed that the next…that, when they got ready to clear it, that they’d have to leave, uh, leave one till twelve (and he could help, then, after twelve) to cook dinner. So they left Will the first time.

And Jack and Tom cleared, and Will got dinner and rung the dinner…blowed the dinner horn. And, just when he blowed it, up out of a holler come old Fire Dragon, up with his pipe in his mouth, and come in at the door. And just come on in. And Will had the dinner set on the table, and he come in and never said a word to Will. And Will was so scared he hid behind the door. And Fire Dragon eat every bite, sopped the dish, and went back through in by the fireplace and got the biggest chunk of fire that he could find and stuffed down in his pipe and went off.

And Jack and Tom got to the house, come in, and says, (Will shot out from behind the door), says, “Where is the dinner, Will?” Says, “Hain’t you cooked no dinner?” He says, “Gosh,” says, “if you’d a seed what I seed,” said, “you wouldn’t want no dinner!” And they ‘gin to laugh, and Will says, “All right, laughing’s catching,” he says. “Tom,” says, “tomorrow’ll be your turn.” And so they fixed up a little, right quick, extra, then, and eat it, and went back and cleared that evening. And the next day they left Tom to get dinner, clean up, till twelve. And Will and Jack was a-clearing till twelve.

And so Tom got dinner and blowed the horn, and up come old Fire Dragon. And just come in and never said a word—and Tom hid—and eat every bite and sopped the pot. And went through by the fireplace and got the biggest coal of fire he could find and put it in his pipe. And Jack and Will come in, and Tom shot out. And says, “Where’s the dinner, Tom?” He says, “Gosh,” he says, “Tom’s (here, Ray means Will, of course) right;” says, “Jack, don’t laugh!” Says, “Tomorrow’ll be your turn.” Says, “Great…” says, “you won’t want no dinner when you see that.” And he says, “He went in by the fireplace, after he eat up all the eating, and got the biggest coal of fire he could get,” Tom said. And he said, “When he put it in the pipe and puffed it a few puffs,” said, “it looked like a steam engine took off with the blowers on.” Well, they fixed up a little, right quick, and eat ‘em a little bite extra, and all went back that evening and cleared. And said, “Jack, now tomorrow’ll be your turn.”

Well, so, they left Jack the next day and jack fixed dinner and cleaned up and went to setting it on the table, and he blowed the horn. And, while he was scooping out of a kettle a mess of beans, he looked and there come old Fire Dragon, with his arms crossed behind him.

And just as he come to the door, he (Jack) said, “Hello there, Dad!” Says, “Is you hungry?” Said, “Nope.” Said, “Don’t want a bite.” ‘Cause Jack offered it to him, he didn’t want none. Said, “Yeah, Dad,” says, “just get you a seat in there in the fireplace.” And says, “I’m a-setting it on the table now.” Says, “Will and Tom will be in just in a few minutes.” Said, “I blowed the dinner horn.”

Said, “Nope,” said, “I don’t want a bite.” Said, “I just stopped by to light my pipe.” He said he went in and got the biggest chunk, a great big stick of wood, too, Jack said, and stuffed it way down in his pipe. And said that beat any cloud of smoke, when he give that a few puffs, he ever seed in his life. And said he just struck out behind him then; follered him by the smoke down through a wilderness, way down in a holler.

And while he had gone, Jack had…While Jack was gone, Will and Tom come in and said, “Good gracious!” Says, “The dinner’s on the table.” Said, “He’s eat Jack this time.” Said, “Boy, we’ve lost Jack;” said, “he’s eat him.” Said, “The dinner’s on the table.”

Well, so Jack come in, directly. They said, “Where you been?” Says, “We thought he’d eat you up, account of dinner on the table.”

He said, “No.” Says, “I called him ‘Dad’,” and said, “tried to get him to stay and make a seat and get him a chair in the fire-setting room and wait, and was setting it on the table.” And said, “Just got it set on the table when I left.” And he says, “I found out where he went.” Says, “He went down there, way down in the wilderness of that holler.” And said, “He went in a hole in the ground.”

And so they eat then and ‘gin to rig up to find out what was in there. And they eat and fixed ‘em a basket out of splits and took and made ‘em a rope out of hickory bark and went down to the hole. And they let Will down first. And they fixed it…Will…if that Will hit any trouble, he was to shake the rope of the hickory bark. And so, just hadn’t went down but just a few feet till Will shook it and they snaked him back out just as fast as they could and they says, “What did you see, Will?” He said, “I seed a house under there.” And so they put Tom in it then, and let him down, and he was gone down just a little longer and he shook it and they jerked him out and says, “Tom, what did you see?” He said, “I seed a house and barn.” And so they put Jack in then and let him down, and Jack let ‘em let on down till he hit on the top of the roof. And he let it ease on down and he slid of the eaves. And he let it ease on down in the yard.

And so he got out of the basket and went and pecked on the door. And a girl come; the oldest girl, which he didn’t know it, when he pecked. And he says, “Howdy.” And she was so pretty till he just started in talking courting right when he seed her. And she says, “Oh,” says, “don’t do that!” Said, “The second room you come to,” said, “has got one in it prettier than I am.” And so Jack went on in and seed her and she was so much prettier till the first word he spoke was courting, wanting to court. And she says, “Oh, don’t do that!” She said, “The third one, in the third room,” she said, “is a beauty.” Said, “She’s the prettiest one of the bunch.” So Jack went on in and seed her, and he just got to talking about getting married, she was so pretty.

And so, she ‘posed to him and tied a ribbon in her hair, and she put a wishing ring on his finger. And so told him that the Fire Dragon was a-coming back any minute. And said, “Here’s some ointment;” said, “If he hits you with any if them fire-balls,” says, “they burn a streak!” And says, “Here’s a sword,” said, “is all that’ll hurt him is a silver sword.”

Well, so Jack took the ointment and, in just a few minutes, the Fire Dragon come in and seed him and ‘gin to make at him and spit them fire-balls. Said it was a sight to see them sparkle over the floor. And he dodged him around and some would glance him and burn him, and he’d rub that ointment right quick, and try to get a lick with that sword. And said, directly, he got a lick and just swiped his head slick off.

Well, he then fixed up to get the girls out of there. And he put the first one in the basket, that he met when he knocked on the door, and sent her up—or shook the hickory rope and they pulled it up. And Will and Tom got to jarring off of it; said, “This one’s mine!” Directly she says, “Don’t do that.” Says, “The next one is a-coming is prettier yet than I am.” And so they shoved the basket back down in quick as they could, and Jack put the second one in it and shook the hickory rope and they flounced her out, and he heard ‘em a raring over her. And said Will said, “Good gosh, don’t you put your hands on her; that one’s mine.” Tom said, “Don’t you touch her; that one’s mine.” She says, “Oh,” says, “don’t do that.” Says, “The third one, the last one that’s down there, is a beauty.” Said, “She’s the top.”

And so they shoved the basket down as quick as they could, and that was Jack’s—they’d done ‘posed to be married and had the ribbon in her hair. And so Jack out her in the basket. And Will and Tom, she was so much prettier, they got to fighting around over her. And she says, “Don’t fight.” Says, “I’m done supposed to be married to Jack.” They said, “Well,” – just pitched the hickory rope and the basket right down in the hole—and said, “let the rascal stay down in there.” And said, “He’ll not get you.”

And so they took ‘em and went back to the new ground shanty. And Jack stayed in there and eat all the rations up that the Fire Dragon had, he thought. And he stayed a week or two. And, directly, he got to getting weak, and he hunted around and he found a few more bites to eat, a little more. And he got to feeling so weak, till he looked down and…looking at his fingers to see how much he’d fell off, what time he’d been down in there. And he looked, and his fingers was fell off, and the made him notice the ring. Hit was so loose it would fall off his fingers, from the time he’d been in there. And that made him think about the ring, and he said, “I wish I was home with my mother, a-setting in the chimley corner, a-smoking my old ‘kachuckety’ (?) pipe.” And said, just as the words got out of his mouth, there he was a-setting, and his mother a-talking to him. She said, “Jack,” she said, “looks like you ought to be to the new ground a-helping Tom and Will clear.” He says, “Bedad, that’s where I’m started.”

And so he got on up there and they had the three girls and was still a-fighting over them. And so, him and the youngest one, the prettiest one, married—that had put the ring on his finger—and the ribbon was in her hair yet. And her and Jack married, and Tom married the next one to her, and Jack…ah, Will had to take the oldest. And the last time that I was around there, they’d built more shanties and they was a-doing well.

This version of the story is a transcription from the Folkways Records LP that contains four stories narrated by Ray Hicks. I believe this story, and thus this transcription, to be in the public domain.

Prayers in “The Daily Advertizer”

Holy Spirit

Holy Spirit. You who solves all problems, who lights all roads so that I can attain my goal. You who gives me the divine gift to forgive and forget all evil against me and that in all instances of my life You are with me. I want in this short prayer to thank You for all things and to do confirm once again that I never want to be separated from You, even in spite of all material illusion. I wish to be with You in eternal Glory. Than You for Your mercy toward me and mine. The person must say this prayer for three consecutive days, the favor requested will be granted even if it may appear difficult. This prayer must be published immediately after the favor is granted without mentioning the favor, only your initials should appear at the publication. Publication promised. G. F. [2007-10-29]

  • 2008-02-06. R. M. R. (Also appears to have published an instance of The Miraculous Prayer. See below.)

The Miraculous Prayer

THE MIRACULOUS PRAYER
Dear Heart of Jesus, in the past, I have asked for many favors. This time I ask You this very special one (mention favor). Take it dear Jesus and place it within your own broken heart, where your father sees it. THen, in your merciful eyes, it will become your favor not mine. Amen.
Say this prayer for three days, promise publication and favor will be granted. Never known to fail. A.B.B [Verbatim transcript of text as it appeared in 2008-01-07 issue of The Daily Advertiser.]

  • 2007-12-31: 3 (K.T.K., FB, S.C. & W.C.). KTK instance does not put parentheses around “mention favor.”
  • 2008-01-01: 3 (A.B.B., K.T.K., FB, S.C. & W.C.) KTK as above.
  • 2008-01-02: 3 (A.B.B., K.T.K., FB) KTK as above.
  • 2008-01-03: 3 (A.B.B., K.T.K., FB) KTK as above.
  • 2008-02-06: 2 (D.L.D., R.M.R.)
  • 2008-03-17: 3 (D.F, C.C., S.D)

Thank You

Thank You FATHER GOD MOST HIGH FOR WHO YOU ARE, FOR EVERYTHING YOU HAVE DONE, ARE DOING, AND CONTINUE TO DO, YOU ARE AWESOME, WE LOVE YOU VERY MUCH!!
We want to thank Our Father God Most High the True Living God, “ABBA” for His only begotten Son JESUS THE CHRIST, “YESHUA OF NAZARETH”, our Lord and Savior. We dedicate our lives to You. We Bless You and we Love You very much. Glory Honor and Praise to you Father God Most High FOREVER AND EVER. Than you Lord Jesus for suffering for all our sins and rising from the dead. Thank you Holy Ghost for being our Comforter. We Love You Father God Most High, Lord Jesus Christ, And The Holy Ghost Amen. The Jolivette Family (Terrell, Jennifer, Teal, Keenan, Nia, Malachi, and Charity Jolivette). [Verbatim transcript of text as it appeared in 2008-01-07 issue of The Daily Advertiser — also 01-02.]

  • 2007-12-31: Jolivette family
  • 2008-01-01: Jolivette family
  • 2008-01-02: Jolivette family
  • 2008-01-03: Jolivette family

Thanksgiving Novena to St. Jude

THANKSGIVING
NOVENA TO
ST. JUDE
Holy Saint Jude,
Apostle Martyr.
Great in value, rich
in miracles, near
kinsman of Christ,
faithful intercessor of all who invoke your special patronage in time of need, to you I have recourse humbly beg to whom God has given such great
power to come to my
assistance. Help me in my present and urgent petition. In return,
I promise to make your name known,
and cause you to be
invoked. Say three
Hail Marys, three Our
Fathers and Glorias.
Publication must
be promised. Saint
Jude pray for us
all who invoke
your aid, Amen.
This Novena has
never been known
to fail. I have
had my request
granted. Publication
promised. D.F

  • 2008-03-17: D.F

Thanks for St Jude and St Anthony

THANKS TO St Jude and St Anthony for answered prayers and the safe return of Atticus.

  • 2008-03-17

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