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Monday, February 10, 2003 :::
The Dead Drummer Boy: or, Ain't No Way to Get High and My Mouth is So Dry That I Can't Speak
I've been dry for blog material for days. I guess thinking up phrases like "The Transformation of Cannibalistic Myth" sucked my creative juices dry.
Today I went to Reader's Corner, a local used bookstores. Some days I go there and can find nothing, other days I could spend $200, today was a potential $200 day, but I only spent $18. One great find, only $4.95, was a book from 1955 called We Were There at the Battle of Gettysburg by Alida Sims Malkus. Its a young adult / juvenile book with a great dustjacket with a semi-lurid painting of a little boy giving a blood-soaked rebel a drink of water while Pickett's charge roars in the background. Searching Google for something to link the title to, I found out there's a whole series of these things, I'll have to keep my eyes open.
Speaking of series, I finally took the plunge into The Photographic History of the Civil War. Its a ten-volume set originally published in 1911 and its been reprinted a bunch since. I bought volume 9 today, "Poetry and Eloquence From the Blue and Gray." I don't have this set but I know it is inevitable I will get it so I grabbed this one, again only $4.95 and you don't see this volume much. Besides photos of dead bodies, wreckage, and cemeteries there are tons of the maudlin poems and songs that were popular then. I can probably use some of this for my Confederate Monuments research. I haven't gone through the whole book but hopefully "The Dead Drummer Boy" is in there.
The other book I got was The History of Photography by Beaumont Newhall. My archival preservation teacher had recommended it for supplemental reading and it was only $7.00 so I grabbed it, lotta good stuff in there.
So thats it, adventures in the bookstore today. Also worked at the school archives, went to Constitutional History class, and had dinner with She Who Shall Not Be Named.
Quote of the Day:
On the twentieth of February 1676, came the Indians with great numbers upon Lancaster. Their first coming was about sunrising; hearing the noise of some guns, we looked out; several houses were burning, and the smoke ascending to heaven. At length they came and beset our own house, and quickly it was dolefulest day that ever mine eyes saw.
--- Mary Rowlandson, A Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson, 1682.
Reading:
The Sources of Antislavery Constitutionalism in America, 1670 - 1848 by William Wiecek
::: posted by tom at 10:14 PM
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