Showing posts with label History. Show all posts
Showing posts with label History. Show all posts

Monday, March 12, 2012

Women's History Month: Alice Roosevelt



Here's to sassy, trailblazing ladies like Alice Lee Roosevelt Longworth, the oldest child of Theodore Roosevelt, the 26th President of the United States.

Alice led an unconventional and controversial life. Despite her love for her legendary father, she proved to be almost nothing like him. Her marriage to Representative Nicholas Longworth was shaky, and the couple's only child was a result of her affair with Senator William Borah of Idaho. She proudly boasted in a 60 Minutes interview in 1974 that she was a "hedonist."

Two days after Alice's birth, her mother died of undiagnosed Bright's disease; on the same day, her paternal grandmother, Martha Bulloch Roosevelt, died of typhoid fever.

Theodore was so distraught by his wife's death that he could not bear to think about her. He almost never spoke of her again, would not allow her to be mentioned in his presence, and even omitted her name from his autobiography. Therefore, Alice was called "Baby Lee" instead of her name. She continued this practice late in life, preferring to be called "Mrs. L" rather than "Alice."

Despite strains between Alice and her demanding stepmother Edith, she would save her from life in a wheelchair or on crutches when Alice came down with a mild form of polio in one leg. By Edith's regimen of nightly forced wearing of torturous leg braces and shoes, even over Alice's sobs, Edith ensured that Alice would grow up with almost no trace of the disability. She was able to run up stairs and touch her nose with her toe well into her 80s.

She was as independent and outgoing as she was self-confident and calculating. When her father proposed that Alice attend a conservative school for girls in New York City, she pulled out all the stops, writing to her father, "If you send me I will humiliate you. I will do something that will shame you. I tell you I will."

Alice became an instant celebrity and fashion icon when her father became president. She was known as a rule-breaker in an era when women were under great pressure to conform. She smoked cigarettes in public, rode in cars with men, stayed out late partying, kept a pet snake named Emily Spinach (Emily as in her spinster aunt and Spinach for its green color) in the White House, and was seen placing bets with a bookie. During a cruise to Japan, she jumped into the ship's pool fully clothed, and coaxed a Congressman to join her in the water.

Alice was not without a sense of humor. She once amused herself in the House of Representatives by placing a tack on the chair of a "middle-aged" and "dignified" gentleman. Upon encountering the tack, "like the burst of a bubble on the fountain, like the bolt from the blue, like the ball from the cannon," the unfortunate fellow leapt up in pain and surprise.

When it came time for the Roosevelt family to move out of the White House, Alice buried a Voodoo doll of the new First Lady, Nellie Taft, in the front yard. At many White House social activities, Alice frequently mocked the First Lady, rendering Mrs. Taft rather uncomfortable in Alice's presence, though Alice was some 20 years her junior.

Later in life, she had a double mastectomy. Taking the medical procedure in stride, she referred to herself as the only "topless octogenarian" in Washington.

In 1965 her African American chauffeur and one of her best friends, Turner, was driving Alice to an appointment. During the trip, he pulled out in front of a taxi, and the driver got out and said, "What do you think you're doing, you black bastard?" Turner took the insult calmly, but Alice did not, telling the taxi driver, "He's taking me to my destination, you white son of a bitch!"

To Senator Joseph McCarthy, who had jokingly remarked at a party, "Here's my blind date. I am going to call you Alice," she responded acidly, "Senator McCarthy, you are not going to call me Alice. The trashman and the policeman on my block call me Alice, but you may not."

Source:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alice_Roosevelt_Longworth

Monday, December 19, 2011

Bitches Get Stuff Done: Deborah Sampson


Deborah Sampson was the first known American woman to impersonate a man in order to join the army and take part in combat!

In 1782, when she was 21, Sampson enlisted in the Fourth Massachusetts Regiment as a man named Robert Shurtleff. Being 5 foot 7 inches tall, she looked tall for a woman and she had bound her breasts tightly to make her look more man. Other soldiers teased her about not having to shave, but they assumed that this "boy" was just too young to grow facial hair. She performed her duties as well as any other man.

Back home, rumors circulated about her activities and she was excommunicated from the First Baptist Church of Massachusetts, because of a strong suspicion that she was "dressing in man's clothes and enlisting as a soldier in the army." At the time of her excommunication, her regiment had already left Massachusetts.

Deborah fought in several skirmishes. During her first battle, she received two musket balls in her thigh and an enormous cut on her forehead. She begged her fellow soldiers to just let her die and not take her to the hospital, but they refused to abandon her. A soldier put her on his horse and they rode six miles to a hospital. The doctors treated her head wound, but she left the hospital before they could attend to the musket balls. Fearful that her true identity would be discovered, she removed one of the balls herself with a penknife and sewing needle, but her leg never fully healed because the other ball was too deep for her to reach. Sampson was honorably discharged from the army in 1783.

About nine years after her discharge from the army, she was awarded a pension from the state of Massachusetts in the amount of thirty-four pounds in a lump payment. After Paul Revere sent a letter to Congress on her behalf, she started receiving a U.S. pension in the amount of four dollars per month. In 1802, Sampson traveled throughout New England and New York giving lectures on her experiences in the military. During her lectures, she wore the military uniform.

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(I found about about this through Meryl Streep's article in the latest Vogue. Yah, that's where I learn about history.)

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Art History With Allie: The Death of Marat


I thought I would share another work of art that I admire. This is "The Death of Marat" by David. I know, I know, you're probably rolling your eyes because I'm posting yet another grisly and morbid painting. Either that, or you're dialing some help line for people who are koo-koo crazy. But let me explain:

Don't you find this painting so striking? The romantic draping of all that fabric! The figure's pose, slumped back angelically, with such a face of martyrish (that's a word, I looked it up) serenity. And his body is quite idyllic; which is funny to me. David and Marat were friends. So obviously David wanted to paint Marat's death scene in an attractive way. But the truth is, Marat was not an attractive guy. He was actually super gross. He had this nasty skin condition that he'd
contracted years earlier, when he was forced to hide from his enemies in the Paris sewers. GRODY. So that's why he was in the bath, to ease the violent itchings he was experiencing. Kind of sad.

But whatever, he was crazy. He was a key radical figure in the French Revolution (also known as the REIGN OF TERROR). Hey, I'm not saying that French democracy and freedom are bad, but things got a little out of hand, what with all the chopping off of heads. Anywho, Marat was BFFs with Robespierre, the guy who ended up being the poster child of the French Rev (Reign of Terror).

So who killed Marat? I'll tell you who: her name was Charlotte Corday. She believed that by killing Marat she would save many lives. And maybe she was right. Because again, a lot of people were being wrongfully executed at the hands of the revolutionary supporters. Corday blamed Marat for a huge massacre that took place in Paris
(read about it, because it's pretty shocking).

Obviously, I'm Team Charlotte. I even wrote a poem about her for my senior year creative writing project! She's a fascinating person. And the above painting is a fascinating sign of that volatile and complicated time in history, in that part of the world. Fascinating... get a new adjective, Fraley!

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Art History Rocks!

Ok, let's see if I can name some of these references

(in order of appearance):


Da Vinci's "The Last Supper"
Botticelli's "The Birth of Venus"
Vermeer's "Girl with a Pearl Earring"
David's "The Death of Marat"
Michelangelo's Sistine Chapel
Magritte
Mondrian
Frida Kahlo
Van Gogh
Andy Warhol silkscreen of Marilyn Monroe
"Salome with the Head of St. John the Baptist"
Manet
"Liberty Leading the People"
Klimpt's "The Kiss"
Chagall
Van Gogh

I missed a few. Can you help me identify them?




Monday, May 14, 2007

History is Not Bunk


I am realizing how fast this trip has gone... Only three weeks left, and so I am trying to live in the present, rather than look to much towards my return to the beautiful USA.
We are currently in Weimar, a cobblestone town with many cafes, including one called the Cristoph Martin, where a few of my girlfriends and I have discovered German food that isn't bent on clogging your arteries (as fun as that is), which is a rarity in itself. So far I have gone every day. My choice dishes include cream of tomato soup with fresh slices of cherry tomatoes and spinach; shnitzel with cauliflower; and a spinach-mashed potato dish with mushrooms, cauliflower, and a sesame-hollandaise sauce on top.
Other highlights of Germany have been:
The Jewish Memorial in Berlin... Pretty overwhelming but so good for me to see. Berlin is THE spot where so much of the 20th century's key events occurred. And although the Holocaust is one of the most ugly parts of history-- a part I myself feel uncomfortable delving into-- it is important to realize that there was a point where human beings did atrocities to other human beings. There is a quote at the Memorial Museum that has stuck with me: "It happened, therefore it can happen again; this is the core of what we have to say." We can never ever forget that this happened. On a side note, the hostel we stayed at was on Lake Wannsee, where the Nazi leaders met and came up with "the final solution." Pretty crazy.
Checkpoint Charlie in Berlin... This is the most famous checkpoint that marks the place line between East and West Berlin, specifically the American sector of West Berlin. I never fully realized how important it was for that Wall to come down... Freedom is something I don't need to think about much in the US, but Germans and many others around the world see it as a precious gift, as corny as that sounds.
"Black Book"... This film is so intense, and tragic and inspiring. I think its playing in the States, so everyone go see it. Its about a young Jewish woman in Nazi-occupied Holland during the end of WWII, who works with the Resistance and infiltrates Nazi headquarters, among many other things. It had me on the edge of my seat, and I definitely had to close my eyes during the more violent scenes, but, my goodness, its one of those films that you cannot stop thinking about.
Okay, sorry for my rambling. I just felt like I needed to catch up. These are just snippets, as I cant exactly reveal all... You will just have to take me out to coffee when I get back and find out more about my adventures!