Virgin Mary Appears in Another Tree

MSNBC is reporting that an image of Our Lady of Guadalupe has appeared on a tree in New Jersey. Trees are popular places for Mary to appear.


The Cross in the Wilderness

In 2004, shortly after moving to Rochester, we learned that a husband and wife had been killed in their car when a railroad signal malfunctioned at a busy intersection. Before long a small cross had appeared by the tracks. It bears 2 names—Jack & Jenn—and is enclosed by a circle of mulch and plastic edging.

Roadside Cross

The Verdant Cross

The cross has slowly deteriorated over the seasons. In winter, it is gray and weathered, and reveals the trash thrown from passing cars.

Cross in Winter

During the summer months, wildflowers and other tenacious plants use it as a trellis. Weeds work their way up through the ground cover. The whole spot has taken on the aspect of a ruined cathedral, or overgrown graveyard, imparting a genuine sense of place to the strip mall wilderness that surrounds it.

Cross in Summer

Cross in Summer

This pergus brings to mind a number of poems, such as Anecdote of the Jar, by Wallace Stevens:

I placed a jar in Tennessee,
And round it was, upon a hill.
It made the slovenly wilderness
Surround that hill.

The wilderness rose up to it,
And sprawled around, no longer wild.
The jar was round upon the ground
And tall and of a port in air.

It took dominion every where.
The jar was gray and bare.
It did not give of bird or bush,
Like nothing else in Tennessee.

It also partakes of the myth of Demeter and Persephone, especially as described in Tennyson’s poem of the same name, first in Demeter’s furious lamentation for her daughter:

My quick tears kill’d the flower, my ravings hush’d
The bird, and lost in utter grief I fail’d
To send my life thro’ olive-yard and vine
And golden grain, my gift to helpless man.

Then in her response to Persephone’s return:

So in this pleasant vale we stand again,
The field of Enna, now once more ablaze
With flowers that brighten as thy footstep falls,
All flowers…

And it would not be out of place in the works of Romantic landscape painters like Thomas Cole and Caspar David Friedrich.

Home in the Wilderness

Detail of "Home in the Woods 1847," by Thomas Cole

Friedrich Winter Landscape

"Winter Landscape with Church," by Caspar David Friedrich (1811)

According to historian Simon Schama, in his book, Landscape and Memory,

For someone like Cole, obsessed with vegetable theology, mortality could only be a prologue to a new life. So it is not surprising to discover that some of his valedictory crosses actually seem to be in a process of depetrification.

It’s also not surprising to find that the Pergus of the Strip Mall has embarked on a process of its own—evolving from a fresh construct of wood, plastic, and dead flowers into a circular spot of rebirth. And it may come to pass that, when the malls are razed and the cross itself is consumed by the plants, a part of Jack & Jenn will still be there.


Lincoln’s Big Feet

A trip to Gettsyburg can make people ask some big questions: What is courage? How do we define freedom? What role did the Founding Fathers intend for Federal Government? And, most importantly, where did Abraham Lincoln plant his big feet when he delivered The Gettysburg Address?

On November 19, 1863, Cemetery Hill was as crowded as it had been 4 months earlier, and probably just as chaotic. Soldiers’ National Cemetery was just being dug, the battlefield still offered up corpses, the town was rebuilding, and Union spirit was at a fever pitch. And who in that mob knew that they were about to hear one of the most famous speeches in history?

Lincoln at Gettysburg

"Ah cain't see 'im. How 'bout you boys?"

In the words of Lincoln’s secretary, John Hay, “The President, in a fine, free way, with more grace than is his wont, said his half dozen words of consecration, and the music wailed and we went home through crowded and cheering streets.” The exact coordinates of where the President had stood would not, could not, have been noted.

But the search for the exact spot would soon begin with Grail-like intensity, a quest detailed by Garry Wills in his book, Lincoln At Gettysburg: The Words That Remade America. It starts with W. Y. Selleck, a member of the committee charged with designing the Soldiers’ National Monument in 1864. Selleck claimed the spot where Lincoln delivered the address “was 12 ft. wide and 20 ft. long, and facing to the North West. It was located 40 ft. North East of the outer circle of Soldiers Graves…” This became known as the Selleck site, and its veracity was supported for a hundred years. Then, in 1973, a retired park historian named Frederick Tilberg published a “strenuous refutation of it,” placing the exact spot at twenty-five feet below the Selleck site.

In 1982, a third site was proposed by Senior Historian Kathleen George Harrison, who seems too have gone all-out in her investigation:

Harrison took the two key photographs of the crowd in the cemetery—one taken facing the Evergreen Cemetery gateway, the other taken from the second story of that gatehouse—and tried to align every identifiable feature in the pictures with remaining features…Harrison went out with an associate (now her husband) to photograph the scene on a late-November day, with atmospheric conditions and foliage roughly the same as in the original photographs.

Wills says that “since she has not published her own case for the site, there has not been a debate that would give it a name,” so he christens it “the Harrison site.” The new site “seems securely established…At least one small battle of Gettysburg has, finally, been won.” Supposedly one could go stand on it, and commune with the sweep of history and Lincoln’s timeless egalitarian rhetoric, but there’s a flag pole there.

Lincoln Address Memorial

PWND. Try again.

Clearly, finding the general vicinity of the Address was not an option. On a 6000-acre battlefield that is at once a massive pergus and a veritable Venn Diagram of intersecting hot spots, this one burned brightly. But why?

Part of it must have to do with the personal nature of the Address itself. At 278 words, and clocking in at around 3 minutes, it is a speech we can relate to, one we could have made ourselves in a high school communications class. This brevity also gave rise to a story—since disproved, alas—that the Address was scribbled on the back of an envelope, as homely a piece of stationary as we can imagine. Who has not held a battered and torn envelope in her hands? It all feels more familiar to us than the battle itself.

How many people, though, care where Edward Everett was? After all, his 2 hour Funeral Oration was the main event of the day, and garnered almost all of the attention. (“Mr. Everett,” wrote Hay, “spoke as he always does, perfectly.”) But Everett’s speech today seems as elegant—and as relevant—as a rusty smoothbore musket. Full of Greek and Roman allusions, paeans to martial valor, and evocations of well-trodden stories from Western history, the speech is now of little concern to anyone except students of 19th Century rhetoric.

Abraham Lincoln

Perhaps the urge to find the exact spot of the Address simply comes from the magnetic pull of the person who stood there, from the need to find the man in the myth. Loved or loathed, angel or devil, Lincoln fascinates. Despite the 2 centuries since his death, and despite the fact that all of his writings can be found at the push of a button (and what better way to get to know someone?), standing in Lincoln’s footsteps offers visitors a physical connection that they could net get anywhere else, not even at his tomb, no matter how well preserved the body is rumored to be. Certainly, people study the battle and visit the field to learn history and ask the ‘big questions’. But they also go to Gettysburg to find other people. Which might be why the number one tourist industry there is ghost hunting.

And why Kathleen George Harrison married her partner in the search for the Lincoln Pergus.