HANUKKAH HIGHLIGHTS: Celebrations Around the World
Jewish tinsmiths in Morocco made Hanukkah lamps from many materials, such as the one seen here made from tin, fabric scraps, and colored glass. Moroccan Jews lit the lamp to the right of the entrance to their home. A newly married couple in traditional Moroccan-Jewish dress lights the lamp for the first time together, as musicians in the courtyard play in honor of the celebrations that continue after the wedding.
"Above, Pershore, Worcester, Hereford. A memory, a feeling, a place, a person? Lucy has her own alphabet to represent any of these – she keeps the code to herself, for the time-being – see www.lucysalter.co.uk” - Clare de la Torre
More than 17,000 sound recordings made by the famed folklorist are now available, for free.
It’s all online now. And it’s all free. Thousands of recordings collected over four decades around the world. Someone else can read the human genome, I’m going to listen to as much of this as I can.
Particularly of interest: the recordings from Ireland in 1951 and 1953:
This first anthology of Irish traditional music to be assembled on an LP record (as distinct from LPs consisting of reissues of 78s and Irish popular music) was drawn from these field recordings made by Alan Lomax, Robin Roberts, and Seamus Ennis, primarily in Cork, Kerry, Donegal, and Galway; and by Brian George and Maurice Brown for the BBC. Included are a young girl singing a death lament; performances by the traveling tinsmith and fiddle player Mickey Doherty; radical author Brendan Behan; and Seamus Ennis himself. The field recordings in Ireland were made with the cooperation of the Irish Folklore Commission, the BBC, and Radió Éireann; others were made later in various locations in London.
Today Abby showed me one of her newest replica hairdressing tools, bottom left. This small tin cup was copied from an illustration in the 1780 French Encyclopédie méthodique par ordre des matiéres, and was made by journeyman tinsmith Steve Delise, another member of Colonial Williamsburg’s historic trades program.
“THREE POUNDS OF HUMANITY Incubated Into Life at New York, Now the Cherub Bawls as Lustily as a Donkey
For These Incubators Are Great Inventions and Do Their Work Well, Becoming a Mother to Infants, and Are Growing Popular
New York, March 21.—Less than three pounds of baby lies in a couch of state at 284 and 286 Madison avenue. The mother, Florence Hedden Granger, wife of E. Clarence Haight, died on the same morning the babe was born. The house is a place of wealth —a double brownstone establishment belonging to the Haight family, father and son. Two eminent doctors were present, but the mother could not be saved, and the little girl, scarcely larger than a man’s hand, was expected to die every moment. Dr. Carleton, who knew all about the recently invented baby incubators, which grew out of the devices used for hatching germs by the great doctors of Germany, was acquainted with a Brooklyn tinsmith in East Twenty-second street, near Bellevue hospital. W. G. Robinson is his name. He has improved on the German plan of raising babies by machinery. At Dr. Carleton’s request, he sent one of his incubators up to the grand house in Madison avenue, and the handful of palpitating life was placed therein, in a swinging cradle, lined with cotton. The heat was adjusted to the proper scientific temperature, and the babe revived and waxed strong from that moment. It breathed regularly, and in a few days began to open its eyes and notice things, and later on it made its wants known when it was hungry.
The incubator is about as large as a lady’s cabinet sewing machine, mounted on iron legs. It has panels of glass on every side, with pipes for ventilation and regulating the heat and cold, with a thermometer in plain sight, and a lot of little faucets and screws properly adjusted, with the steam or lamps turned on just enough. An educated tall and stately nurse, dressed in the latest style, was in charge of the little one yesterday, the seventeenth day the baby has been living. It is said to have gained about two pounds in weight and a couple inches in stature. It is a beauty. About three times a day it kicks up its heels, but no matter how much the clothing and the little swinging bed is disarranged, the glass protects the child perfectly from draughts, and the thermometer and the little pipes keep the temperature at nearly 100 degrees.
The incubator is about three feet eight inches long and two feet five inches wide. It is within an inch of being as high as it is broad. The glass doors, which open in front, are doubled, so that steam will not form on the glass, thus preventing the nurse on duty from seeing that all is well with the baby in the swinging cradle. The double walls of the incubator are lined with asbestos, almost as soft as padded cotton, but as impervious to heat and cold as rubber. The idea on the part of the scientists is to keep the incubator full of life-giving, warm and moist atmosphere.”