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der Spargel = Asparagus

Who could imagine that asparagus would vary from country to country?

When I traveled to Germany in 1988, it was springtime. The asparagus was just coming up and ready for harvest. Der Spargel, they called it when I pointed rudely and asked what the vegetable was. At first, I thought the pale yellowish-white spears were something new. Then it dawned on me: Asparagus.

Warum ist es nicht grün? Why isn’t it green?”

Grün?! My relatives were horrified. “Nein, nein.” Apparently asparagus is only green if you grow it the wrong way, exposed to the sun. When grown properly, der Spargel is kept hidden under the dirt. As it pokes up its spears, you keep piling dirt over it, never letting the clorophyll see the sunlight. When harvested, your asparagus will be pale as a ghost, the best way to eat it.

Maybe you’ve heard of white asparagus, but I never had. Just yesterday, though, in the spirit of globalization, I saw some for sale at the grocery store.

Draft horses

I came across this old photo in an album I was scanning. It’s not that old — maybe the ’70’s. But I think it’s a historic restoration of a nineteenth century fire wagon.

Call me a schlemiel

Call me a schlemiel. A dolt. An unlucky bungler. Last fall, when I signed on to write a novel based on nineteenth century letters for my MFA thesis, I began by reading Moby-Dick. I’d always wanted to crack the cover of Herman Melville’s masterpiece, published in 1851, and I thought it might be a good way to get a feel for the time period. You cross your eyes–mine did in more than one chapter. The unlucky part? It took a long time to read it. At page 595 Ahab finally spots the White Whale. Slogging through, I had to keep putting the book down to read other things. Which turned out all right, since each chapter stands on its own. There’s even one about a blacksmith.

The point is, Melville was writing about the general time period when my great-great grandfather sailed the Atlantic Ocean from the Rhineland-Palatinate to the United States. And while people think of the novel as being about Captain Ahab’s madness, the book is clearly an examination of the prevalent whaling industry and the massacre of these creatures of the ocean, as well as the inherent dangers of the men who hunt them.

Melville pauses at one point to exclaim:

“For God’s sake, be economical with your lamps and candles! not a gallon you burn, but at least one drop of man’s blood was spilled for it.”

So we find ourselves in the year 2010 crying for god’s sake, be economical with your oil! Not a gallon you burn, and not only the blood of men, women, and children is spilled, but the earth’s blood as well.

When my great-great grandfather arrived in Cleveland in 1857, oil refineries didn’t exist. Rockefeller would build the first oil refinery in 1861. During the Civil War, an oil boom began, causing a huge increase in the number of oil refineries in Ohio and Pennsylvania. From whale oil to crude oil–if only our fuel sources didn’t stink of greed and death.

Metal splashes from the crucible

My great-great grandfather came from Freinsheim to Cleveland in 1857, and apprenticed with his uncle as a blacksmith. He was sixteen years old. I want to explore and write about his experience. To piece it together, I have original source material–photos and letters sent from my father’s ancestors back to their relatives in Germany. My German cousin Angela has been invaluable in learning the Old German script and translating the letters. I’ve been reading about the history of Cleveland, Ohio and the Rheinpfalz (Rhineland-Palatinate) region of what is present-day Germany, about steam and railroads and blacksmithing, about the 19th century immigrant experience. I’ve outlined and gathered my wits, and am now ready to begin writing a novel of historical fiction. With this blog, I’ll share some things I learn along the way.